A STRANGE SECT. 



Some time ago a gentleman from New 

 York visited Eddy, N. M., for the purpose 

 of presenting a proposition to locate some- 

 where in the Pecos Valley, a colony of 

 Russian Jews, the adherents of a very pe- 

 culiar religious sect. The proposal to lo- 

 cate them in New Mexico did not meet 

 with an enthusiastic reception from the 

 inhabitants of that state, so the colony, 

 numbering about 10,000, will have to be 

 located elsewhere. The sect is known as 

 Dhorkhoboristi, the word meaning "spirit 

 wrestlers." They deny the existence of a 

 personal God and claim that the doctrine 

 of the Trinity means memory, reason and 

 will, instead of Father, Son and Holy 

 Ghost. They believe in the immortality 

 of the soul, but assert that a new born 

 child has no soul, the soul not entering the 

 body until the fifteenth or sixteenth year 

 of age. The sect has been subjected to 

 much oppression from the Russian gov- 

 ernment, probably on account of their pe- 

 culiar religion, and Count Tolstoi hae 

 been prominent in attempting to relieve 

 them. It is his plan to colonize the sect 

 somewhere in the United States, and he has 

 obtained the consent of the Russian gov- 

 ernment to their emigration, as soon as 

 plans for their location can be perfected. 

 Colorado is spoken of as a possible site. 



BILL NYE'S COW. 



The National Advertiser says that had 

 the late Bill Nye confined his genius as a 

 humorist to advertising he would have 

 doubtless attained even greater success 

 than he did in the literary field. Here is 

 a sample of what he could do in the ad- 

 vertisement line when he wanted to dis- 

 pose of a cow: Owing to ill health, I will 

 sell at my residence in township 19, range 

 19, according to government survey, one 

 plush raspberry colored cow, aged 8 years. 

 She is a good milker and is not afraid of 

 the cars or anything else. She is of un- 



daunted courage and gives milk frequent- 

 ly. To a man that does not fear death in 

 any form she would be a great boon. She 

 is very much attached to her house at 

 present by a stay chain but she will be 

 sold to anyone who will agree to use her 

 right. She is one-fourth shorthorn and 

 three-fourths hyena. I will throw in a 

 double barreled shot gun which goes with 

 her. In May she generally goes away for 

 a week or two and returns with a tall 

 i-ed calf with wabbly legs. Her name is 

 Rose. I would rather sell her to a non- 

 resident. 



A FEW RULES. 



A genius has gotten up the following 

 postoffice rules which might apply at 

 Sidney. Here they are: No letters will 

 be delivered until they are received. If 

 you don't get a letter or paper on the day 

 you expect, have the postmaster look 

 through all the boxes and down cellar 

 also. It ought to be there somewhere and 

 he likes to hunt fur it just to please you. 

 If your friend don't write cuss the post- 

 master. He is to blame. If he tells you 

 there is no mail for you, put on a grieved 

 expression and say "there ought to be 

 some." He is probably hiding your mail 

 for the pleasure of having you call for it 

 two or three times a day. Ask him to 

 look again. 



COW-BELLS. 



One of the comparatively few things that 

 the hand of improvement has not touched 

 is the cow-bell, which is made now just as 

 it was fifty, a hundred, and more years 

 ago, and has now just the same peculiar 

 clanking sound as ever. Cow- bells are 

 made, some of copper and some of compo- 

 sition metal; but most of them are made of 

 iron and finished with a coating of bronze. 

 The cow bell is not cast; it is cut from a 

 sheet of metal which is folded into shape 

 and riveted. The metal loop at the top. 



