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Globe, Volume III, Issue 202, 1 February 1875, Page 4

In his interesting volume, “ Campaigning on the Oxus," Mr MacGahan speaks in high praise of the Kirghiz breed of horses, whose qualities he put to the severest test in travelling over the Kyzil Kum desert. They all have, either by nature or training, the gait called the amble, which they will sustain the who’e day through, getting over the ground with astonishing rapidity. They will travel at the rate of fifty miles a day for a month together, subsisting upon the scanty herbage growing in a desert country, with an occasional handful of barley. They are never groomed, nor are they stabled, save in the very coldest weather, and are rarely treated to grain. In winter, if their owners have hay, it is fed to them in a light measure; if there be none, the snow is cleared from the ground, and they pick up what they can, along with the sheep and cattle. In summer their fare is that of the camels—the dry, sparse pasturage of the deserts. The result of this treatment is a small, hardy race of horses, surpassing all others in the world in powers of endurance They will live wherever a camel can, and will travel as far without water, but cannot do without it as many days. In speed and size they are inferior to the famous Turcoman horses, which are remarkably fleet and spirited. Mr Jones went to the New; York Deaf and Dumb Asylum the other day to inspect the institution. Upon entering he encountered a man, evidently an inmate, and he at once endeavored to explain to the man, by making signs upon his fingers, that he wanted to look through the place. The made also made signs which Jones could not comprehend. Then Jones made other and more elaborate motions, which set the man at work with greater violence, and for the next ten minutes they stood in the hall gesticulating and twisting their fingers, without either being able to comprehend what the other meant. Finally Jones became angry, and in an outburst of wrath exclaimed, “ Oh, get out, you idiot ! I’m tired of bothering with you!” Thereupon the man said, “ That’s just what I was going to say about you.” “Oh, you can speak, can you ? Then why didn’t you do so, and not keep me standing motioning to you, I thought you were deaf and dumb. ” And I thought you were,” said the man, *■ 1 came here to inspect the asylum,” said Jones, “and I took you for a patient.” “That’s what I|came here for, and I thought you were an attendant, ’ ’ said the man. Here Jones and the man shook hands, and hunted up a genuine attendant and went away happy. After this Jones will always use his tongue, no matter where he he.

A dissipated young man who ran away from home, and spent his substance in riotous living, resolved, at last, to return to the paternal roof. His father was kind enough to forgive the young rascal for his wickedness, and rushing into the house, ovex’come with joy that the boy had returned, cried out to his wife, “ Let us kill the prodigal, the calf has returned!”