New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-01-21

DO you, papa?"
So. thoug ii too late for his satisfac-
ton in this life, old Mr.. Bevels hobby
was indicated in the end. Let US
hope, with little Rose, that wherever
he is now, he has the comfort of know
ing it.-Harper's Bazcr.
The Horrors OF Siberian Exile.
OF the treatment of political exiles
in Siberia l have before me a thrilling
description from the pen of Mr.. ROB-
ert Lemke, a German writer, who has
visited tho various penal establishments
of Russia with an official legitimation.
He had been to Tobolsk; after which
he had to make a long, dreary Journey
in wretched Car, until high noun
tain rose before him. In its torn and
craggy flank the mountain showed a
colossal opening similar to the mouth
OF a burnt-O out crater. Fetid vapOrs,
which almost took away his breath, as.
cended from it.
Pressing his handkerchief upon his
lips, Mr.. Lemke entered the opening
OF the rock, where he found large
watchhouse, with picket of Cossacks.
Having shown his papers, he was con-
Quoted by a guide through long, very
dark and narrow corridor, which, judg-
ing from its sloping descent, led down
into some unknown depth. In spite OF
his good fur, the visitor felt extremely
cold. After a walk of some ten min
| utes through the dense obscurity, the
ground becoming more and more soft,
a vague simmer of light became OBJ
servable. eve are in the mine!'
said the guide, pointing with O. sig
nitcant gesture to the high iron cross.
bars which closed the cavern before
them.
The massive bars were covered with
a thick rust. A watchman appeared,
who unlocked the heavy iron gate
Entering room of considerable ex-
tent, hut which was scarcely a man
height, and which was dimly lit bv an
oil-lamp, the visitor asked: "Wherc
are we?' "in the sleeping room OF
the condemned! Formerly it was a pro.
ductive gallery Of the mine; now it
serves as shelter.''
The visitor shuidered. This sub
terranean sepulchcr, lit by neither sun
nor moon, was called sleeping-room.
A!covo-lkc cells were hewn into the
rt~K; here, on a couch of damp, half
rotten straw, covered with q sack
cloth, the unfortunate sufferers were to
repose from the days work. Over
each cell cramp iron was fixed,
wherewith to lock up the prisoners
like ferocious dogs. No door, 40 win
dow anywhere.
ConuucIed through Sllo-!lc.' passage,
where few lanterns wee placed, and
whose end was also barred by IN iron
gate, MIR. Lemke came - alarge vault,
partly lit. This was the mice. A
deafening noise of pickaxes ard ham
mers. There he saw some hundreds
of wretcbed figures, with shaggy
boards, sickly faces, Redeemed eyelids;
clad in tatters. some OF them barefoot,
others in sandals, fettered with heavy
foot-chains. No song, no whistling.
Now and then they shyly looked at the
visitor and his companion. The water
dripped from the stones; the tattcrs OF
the convicts were thoroughly wet.
One OF them, a tall man of suffering
mien, ]abored hard with gasping
breath, but the strokes of his pickaxe
we're not heavy and firm enough to
loosen the rock.
Why are you. here?'' Mr.. Lemke
asked.
The convict looked confused, with
an air almost of CONSERVATION, and
silently continued his work.
''It is forbidden to the prisoners,''
said the inspector. Ito speak of the
acuse Of their banishmentr'
Entombed alive; forbidden to say
why!
but who is the convict?' Mr..
Lemke asked the guide, with low
voice.
lit is Number Hap the guide re-
piled, laconically.
''This see," answered the visitor;
"but what are the mans antecedents?
To what family does he belong?''
'He is Count" replied the guide;
"a well-known conspirator. More,
Number Hap ...-.
The visitor felt az if he were stifled
in the grave-like atmosphere if his
chest were pressed in by demoniacal
nightmare. He hastily asked his
guide to return with him to the upper
world. Meeting there the commander
of the military establishment, he was
obligingly asked by that officer:
swell, what impression did our
penal establishment make upon your'
Mr.. Lemke stiffly bowling in silence,
the officer seemed to take this as a
kind Of satisfied assent, and went on:
8 Very industrious people, the men
below; are they not?''
''But with what feelings Mr..
Lemke answered, must these unfor-
Inmates look forward to day of rest
after the weeks toilr'
''Rest!n said the officer; ..conyicts
must always labor. There is no rest
for them. They are condemned to
perpetual forced labor; and he who
once enters the mine never leaves it!''
$ But this is barbarous!''
The officer shrugged his shoulders
and said, the exiled work daily for
twelve hours; on Sundays, too. They
must never pause. But, no; am mis-
taken Twice year, though, rest is
permitted to them-at Easter time and
on the birthday of his Majesty the EN-
peror. Karl Blind, IN Contemporary
ReviesO.
~ German doctor has propoun3ee
the doctrine that vegetarians ana meat
eaters are both wrong, and that the
real means to health and long life are
TO eat ell food raw. whether anima. OF