THE IRRIGATION AGE. 



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It was a bed of silicified fossil tree?, and 

 indicated that the place had at some former 

 time been the bed of a lake, and that 

 the trees had drifted to the shore. Parts 

 of trees and whole trees were found. 



Eugene B. Braden, who has charge of 

 the United States assay office in Helena, 

 Mont., has compiled a table of statistics 

 to show the mining output of Silver Bow 

 County, Mont., from the years 1882 to 

 1897 inclusive. The output for the fif- 

 teen years from the one county was 539,- 

 288,164 fine ounces of gold, worth $11,148,- 

 075.74; silver, 113.605,001 ounces, worth 

 $146.883,234; and 1,875,462,242 pounds 

 of copper, worth $225,055,467.03; making 

 the total value of the silver, gold and cop- 

 per $383,086,777.07. 



The district around Tamazula, Mexico, 

 is rich in mineral wealth, but the mines 

 are so inaccessible it takes a vast amount 

 of money to get at them. The Sierra 

 Madres and the gulf cut this region off 

 from the rest of the country and there be- 



ing no railroad makes the mines practically 

 valueless. 



Onyx in large quantities has been dis- 

 covered in Laramie County, Wyoming. 

 With very rude implements three men 

 are taking out about three carloads a day. 



A mineralogist representing the great 

 German gun firm of Krupp Brothers, has 

 been doing a little prospecting in the 

 vicinity of Salt Lake City, Utah, in the 

 hope of finding traces of a mineral called 

 uranium. This mineral is used to soften 

 the steel while in process of tempering 

 from which their guns are made. The 

 value of the mineral varies from $300 to 

 $800 per ton. Another mineral which the 

 representative was in search of is van- 

 adium, which is said to be worth the ex- 

 traordinary sum of $4,800 a pound. 



Contributions for the international 

 Mining Congress, which is to be held in 

 Salt Lake City, Utah, have been received 

 to the amount of $1,955. 



RECOLLECTION. 

 How can it be that I forget 



The way lie phrased my doom, 

 When I recall the arbesques 



That carpeted the room ? 



How can it be that I forget 



His look and mein that hour, 

 When I recall I wore a rose. 



And still can smell the flower ? 



How can it be that I forget 



Those words said at the last, 

 When I recall the tune a man 



Was whistling as he passed? 



These things are what we keep from life's 



Supremest joy or pain ; 

 For memory locks her chaff in bins 



And throws away the grain. 

 Anne Reeve Aldrich in Cosmopolitan. 



