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or the boulimist who shows himself pos- 

 sessed of an abnormal appetite for certain 

 liquids, is more frequently in evidence than 

 the individual whose boulimy is confined to 

 solids. Moreover, this intemperance is not 

 the result of the cumulative appetite of the 

 alcoholic drunkard, for many of the fa- 

 vored liquids contain no alcohol. Thus, 

 one of the most pronounced boulimists of 

 my acquaintance is a buttermilk drunkard. 

 I have seen this man, time and again, drink 

 a gallon of buttermilk at a sitting. An- 

 other of my acquaintances is a coca-kola 

 boulimist. He literally spends his days 

 running from one drug store to another in 

 pursuit of his favorite beverage. Another 

 is a cream and soda fiend, and drinks sev- 

 eral gallons of this mixture duiing the day. 



The champion beer drinkers are general- 

 ly found among the employes of breweries, 

 and the quantity of beer guzzled by some 

 of these men is simply phenomenal. I 

 know a beer-wagon driver in Louisville, 

 Ky., whose usual allowance of beer is be- 

 twecn 5 and 6 gallons a day! This man, 

 however, eats very little solid food. A 

 cracker or 2, or a few pretzels are enough 

 for him. 



In olden times people ate more than 

 they do now, and the boulimist was con- 

 sidered a mighty man in more senses than 

 one. Indeed, many an historical character 

 has come down to us with boulimy ''writ 

 so large that he who runs may read." Ben- 

 jamin must have been a boulimist, for we 

 are told his mess was 5 times as great as 

 any of the others (Genesis xliii). Ben- 

 jamin's gastronomic feats are commemor- 

 ated to this day in Oxford, at one of the 

 colleges. 



''On Mid-Lent Sunday the first lesson in 



the evening is Genesis xliii, which gives an 

 account of Benjamin's mess, which was 5 

 times as great as that of any of the others. 

 Furmenty is always served in Hall on this 

 evening, and the junior mace at each table 

 is considered as Benjamin and served with 

 an enormous helping. If he eats it all he 

 can 'scouce' (fine the whole table in ? sher- 

 ry) ; if he cannot he himself is fined." 



Alexander of Macedon was a boulimist, 

 and it was after one of his gluttonous feats, 

 during which he 10 times emptied the gob- 

 let of Hercules, that he died. Tiberius, 

 Nero and Septimius Severres were also 

 marked boulimists, as were Cato (Narra- 

 tus et prisci Catonis saepe calicisse mero 

 virtus), Seneca, Alcibiades and many other 

 noted Greeks and Romans. Royalty itself 

 has often wielded a sceptre-trencher. Henry 

 VIII. of England and Catherine the Great 

 of Russia were great eaters and drinkers, 

 as were Peter the Great and his daughter, 

 Elizabeth, while the gluttonous and lech- 

 erous orgies of William Rufus were an 

 open scandal and are now a mere matter 

 of history. 



The digestive organs of the true bou- 

 limist seem fully capable of taking care of 

 the enormous quantities of food injected. 

 Even the polyphagous boulimist has sel- 

 dom any fear of that bete noir of civiliza- 

 tion — dyspepsia. In the true polyphagous 

 glutton (one whose polyphagism is not in- 

 cident to disease) the intestinal viscera be- 

 come wonderfully tolerant and the bou- 

 limist often lives until carried off by some 

 intercurrent malady. Frequently, however, 

 the abnormal and perverted appetite occa- 

 sions death by closure of the lumen of the 

 bowel through infraction, intersusception, 

 or invagination with resultant peritonitis. 



WITH SLAVES AFTER SHEEP AND CARIBOU. 



A. J. STONE. 



One Gr my most interesting hunting trips 

 was to the headwaters of the Carcajou, the 

 Plume range, ' the Tali-niline, Montagne 

 Rocheuses, the Sa-younne Kfme, and the 

 Cercle Polaire. 



Let not the reader retch at these names. 

 I have copied them carefully from a chart 

 prepared by a priest, who had come to this 

 country as a missionary, but concluded to 

 devote his energies to a more hopeful task 

 — that of getting out a chart covered with 

 unpronounceable names, a compound of 

 French and Slave. 



How delightful to be clear of the mus- 

 keag and an atmosphere where every breath 

 swarmed with living demons armed to do 

 unspeakable torture. 



A long day of cloudless beauty lacked 

 an hour of its close, and a cool breeze from 

 the deep canyon of the Carcajou fanned 

 gratefully my poisoned flesh. Our dreaded 



foes had sought cover. Our camp was 

 pitched on a barren reef of sand; at our 

 feet rolled the torrent of the Carcajou, 

 which we had just waded; above us towered 

 the rugged mountains, through whose 

 rocky barrier the river had worn a passage 

 between perpendicular walls of wonderful 

 height. 



It was a sublime scene, needing only the 

 visible presence of some of the noble ani- 

 mals, whose home is among these wilds, 

 to make the picture complete. While I 

 stood gazing enraptured about me, wrapped 

 in silent admiration, a small, white speck 

 in the distance seemed to move, and pres- 

 ently another. Roused instantly from my 

 reverie, I adjusted my glasses and leveled 

 them on the moving objeets. Three white 

 sheep! My ideal picture was a living 

 reality. 



