AN INDIAN TRADITION.

Here is an Indian version of the story of the flood, as it was taken by
a writer connected with an Australian journal. Says he: "All of the
northern coast Indians have a tradition of a flood which destroyed all
mankind except a pair from which the earth was peopled. Each tribe gives
the story a local coloring, but the plot of the story is much the same.
The Bella Coola tradition is as follows: The Creator of the universe,
Mes-mes-sa-la-nik, had great difficulty in the arrangement of the land
and water. The earth persisted in sinking out of sight. At last he hit
upon a plan which worked very well. Taking a long line of twisted walrus
hide, he tied it around the dry land, and fastened the other end to the
corner of the moon. Everything worked well for a long time; but at last
the Spirit became very much offended at the action of mankind, and in a
fit of anger one day seized his great stone knife, and with a mighty
hack severed the rope of twisted skin. Immediately the land began to
sink into the sea. The angry waves rushed in torrents up the valleys,
and in a short time nothing was visible except the peak of a very high
mountain. All mankind perished in the whelming waters, with the
exception of two, a man and his wife, who were out fishing in a great
canoe. These two succeeded in reaching the top of the mountain, and
proceeded to make themselves at home. Here they remained for some time,
until the anger of Mes-mes-sa-la-nik had cooled, which resulted in his
fishing up the severed thong and again fastening it to the moon. From
this pair thus saved the earth was again populated."

WHERE IT WENT.

Lunatics often assume a superiority of intellect to others which is
quite amusing. A gentleman travelling in England some years ago, while
walking along the road not far from the side of which there ran a
railway, encountered a number of insane people out for exercise in
charge of a keeper. With a nod toward the railway tracks, he said to one
of the lunatics,

"Where does this railway go to?"

The lunatic looked at him scornfully a moment, and then replied:

"It don't go anywhere. We keep it here to run trains on."

A HUGE PIE.

The largest pie ever known was that described in the Newcastle
_Chronicle_ for the 6th January, 1770. It was shipped to Sir Henry Gray,
Baronet, London, Mrs. Dorothy Patterson, housekeeper at Hawic, being the
maker. Into the composition of this great pi