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over it. They joined hands, and swore to be man and
wife together. The water flowing beneath symbolized
that henceforth the currents of their two lives should
flow together in one stream, eyen until they reached the
ocean, death.

Toowaewoot had brought two children into the white
men’s camp; the younger was a baby, not “in arms”
exactly, but in cradle. This was a very narrow basket,
hardly big enough to hold the little creature. The place
for its head was padded on either side, the narrowest
space conceivable being allowed for that article. The
reason for this was, that as the child was a girl, it would
be her fate to bear burdens, should she grow to woman's
estate. The burden would have to be fastened by a
broad strap to her forehead, for which purpose a high
forehead. would be most serviceable. It is sad, the
moralizer might here put in, thus to see, amongst so
romantic a people, too, the merest Utilitarianism so pre-
vail over all considerations of taste, health, and beauty.
Nevertheless, the future squaw might some day rejoice
to find the pack of skins or salmon which she shonld have
to carry for her lord, or indeed the cradle with her own
papoos in it, ride so easily upon her lofty brow, instead
of for ever slipping off over her head or down upon her
eyes. The phrenologist, too, if disciples of Gall still
exist, would incline to think that this treatment of the
infant cranium, while in the cradle, must be deleterious,
changing the mental structure and conditions of the
subject. It is not, however, found that in those tribes,
where such liberties are taken with the skulls, the minds
of the women are less vigorous or apt than in others
where no such barbarous practice obtains. The heads
of the male infants are never so compressed, because the
men do not carry the packs; but the boys’ cradles are
also very narrow, and it is curious to see how tightly the
babies of both sexes are swathed and tied up, before they
are fixed into them. The object of this peculiar treat-
ment is to make the small savage grow up “straight-
limbed and tall.” Thus wedged into its basket, the child
is easily carried. The whole is slung round the mother’s
back, the strap being adjusted on her forehead. The
cradle is studded with brass nails for ornament, and has
attached to it one or two small bells, which tingle the
babe to sleep as the mother trudges along. Should she
stop to gather berries or dig for roots, she will hang
the cradle to a tree lest some snake should approach to
hurt or some wild creature bear the precious thing away.

While they were in camp there were ever a pair of
watchful eyes on the prisoners, lest they should attempt
escape. So it happened that some of their peculiar
customs were noted. For instance, in the middle of the
night, the Indian mothers, Toowaewoot among the rest,
would rise, remove their infants from their baskets,
and unbind them. Then taking water into their mouths
(probably to take off the chill) they would proceed to
squirt it forth over the papoos, and so wash it from head
to foot. Next they would pour a whole bucketful of water
over it, then dry it and put it back in its cradle. This
was done at midnight. How they guessed the time
of night nobody could imagine, but it was observed that
the ceremony was performed never much before or after
twelve o'clock.

The object of the expedition seemed now gained, at
least as far as could be hoped. True, by no means all the
criminals had been captured, but most of the ringleaders

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barren bottling up, or invest it ina savings’ bank account,
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were prisoners. Anahim, who was thought by some to
be the worst of all, was still at large, and the whole
tribe might justly be held responsible for crimes which
they all had aided and abetted. But evidently nothing
was to be gained by remaining longer in Chileoaten
territory. It was plain that the Indians could not he
caught, and it was not likely that any more would freely
surrender themselves, now that they knew that their:
comrades, victims of their own simplicity, were held in
strict captivity, manacled and guarded and reserved foy
the great judge—a sound which seemed to imply some
fearful prospect, and perhaps might turn out to mean
death by rope. Accordingly Mr. Cox broke up his camp
on the 2nd of September, and journeyed by easy marches
to Alexandria. Here he disbanded his force, retaining
only a sufficient number to guard the prisoners, with
whom he proceeded by the “Enterprise” steamer to Ques-
nelmouth. Here he remained awaiting the arrival of the
judge from Cariboo, where he had been holding his assize
during the summer.
(To be continued.)

NOTES ON THE CHIEF BOOKS OF
THE DAY.

w]GY PTOLOGY is a science in itself, with an
4; immense literature of its own. Those who
watch the mainstream of letters know well
that hardly a year passes but one or more
books on Egyptian subjects make their
appearance, and, as a rule, such works are eminently
deserving of respect. Indeed, Egyptology is a singularly
fascinating and beguiling pursuit. The first thing that a
man does, who has to spend the winter on the Nile, is to
store up in his luggage a library of books on Nilotic
subjects. The Rey. F. Barham Zincke spent the earlier
months of last year on the Nile, evidently in no state of
luxurious repose, but in one of intense intellectual activity.
He has added one more big book to Egyptology. When
we last met Mr. Zincke as a traveller, it was in a book on
America, and whenever we meet him it is always with a
feeling of interest and pleasure. His present volume,
“Egypt of the Pharoahs and the Khedivé,” has a special
character of its own, which will make its mark, even amidst
the voluminous class of books to which it belongs. Mr.
Zincke does not, indeed, appear to us to be over-well
acquainted with this large literature of which we have
spoken, nor yet to treat it with adequate respect. He
even disposes of the huge work of Mr. Piazzi Smith, the
Astronomer Royal of Scotland, with a few lines that seem
rather contemptuous. The result is, that we like Mr.
Zincke less in his arguments than in his observations,
and even in his observations he is too prone to make
rapid inductions. He is one of the most acute, vivid,
and amusing of observers, and has a special gift that
almost reminds us of American smartness. For instance,
he has his theory of the Pyramids, which he describes as
“bottled-up labour.” Here is a specimen of Mr. Zincke’s
keen, incisive style:—* What people invest is capital.
Capital is bottled-up labour, convertible again, at pleasure,
into labour, or the produce of labour. But in those days
labour could not be bottled up, exeept by a very few, in
the form of single ingots. In these days every kitchen-
maid can bottle up labour in the shape of coin, whieh is

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