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done it twice. A pretty little puppy he has came to me one 

 day and jumped upon my knee. I patted his head and gave 

 him some bread. The man flew at the dog in the utmost 

 rage, and gave him a blow which broke his leg. I bid him 

 beware how he disturbed my peace a third time by this ras- 

 cally passion. 



" I have observed among all nations that the women orna- 

 ment themselves more than the men ; that, wherever found, 

 they are the same kind, civil, obliging, humane, tender beings; 

 that they are ever inclined to be gay and cheerful, humorous 

 and modest. They do not hesitate, like man, to perform a 

 hospitable or generous action ; not haughty, not arrogant, 

 nor supercilious, but full of courtesy and fond of society ; 

 industrious, economical, ingenuous, more liable in general to 

 err than man, but in general, also, more virtuous, and per- 

 forming more good actions than he. I never addressed my- 

 self in the language "of decency and friendship to a woman, 

 whether civilized or savage, without receiving a decent and 

 friendly answer. With man it has often been otherwise. 

 In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Den- 

 mark, through honest Sweden, frozen Lapland, rude and 

 churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the wide-spread 

 regions of the wandering Tartar, if hungry, dry, cold, wet, 

 or sick, woman has ever been friendly to me, and uniformly 

 so ; and to add to this virtue, so worthy of the appellation 

 of benevolence, these actions have been performed in so 

 free and so kind a manner, that if I was dry I drank the 



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sweet draught, and if hungry ate the coarse morsel, with a 

 double relish." 



The following are extracts from a letter which Lieutenant 

 Danenhower wrote to his mother while in Yakutsk. It was 

 dated December 30th, 1881, and published in the New York 

 Herald : 



" The events of the last two and a half years are of course 

 unknown to me, and it is with mingled feelings of doubt, 

 hope, and fear that I write this letter. But I always hope 



