did not venture to attack him, and at last
they returned to the jungle.

The animal was exhibited in Lucnow, and
caused some sensation. It was eventually
handed over to one of the authorities (an
English officer) who had a cage made for it.
That it was a human being no one could
doubt, though it never stood erect, and never
uttered any sound except a growl, or a hoarse
bark. It refused every description of food
that was cooked for it, and would only eat
raw flesh, which it would devour voraciously.
Clothes were made for it; but it tore them
off with its teeth. A rank smell issued from
the pores of its skin, and its skin was covered
with short thin hair. The smell was that of
the wolf, by whom it had been brought up.
It was very partial to hard bones, and would
chew and digest them as a dog would. In a
word this animal had adopted all the habits
of its foster-mother— the she-wolf. Crowds
of natives every day came to look at the
strange creature, and at last the woman who
had lost the child was among the spectators.
By certain marks upon the animal
she recognised in it her missing offspring;
but she was by no means anxious to have
it restored to her. On the contraiy, she re-
garded it with extreme horror and disgust.

Every means were resorted to, to tame the
boy; but without effect. Shut up in his
iron cage, he seemed to pine, and would never
touch food until forced to do so by the pains
of hunger. It would have been dangerous to
let him go out of the cage; for he was as
savage as any wild beast of the desert.
Numerous attempts were made to teach him
to speak; but he uttered no sounds beyond
those already mentioned. He lived for about
a year, and became in that time a perfect
living skeleton. Just previous to his death
he said a few words, which the man who had
charge of him understood to be these, " Seer
durd kerta" (My head aches.)

This is not the only instance on record of a
wolf having brought up a young child, whom
it had carried away from its parents. Some
fourteen months ago an animal was taken
in the district of Mozuffernugger, and brought
to the station of Meerut. It was a boy of
about five years of age, and a more revolting
sight it would be difficult to conceive. The
palms of the hands, and the soles of the feet
were as hard as the hoofs of a horse. His
movements were as nimble as those of a
monkey, and not unlike those of that animal.
Several English dogs which saw this child
shewed a disposition to attack and destroy it
(this was, of course, prevented), while the
child in return snarled at the dogs, and
shewed its teeth, as though it were upon
these weapons that it would rest its defence.
This boy, too, like the one taken in Oude,
refused to eat anything but animal food —
uncooked; nor would it touch even that
in the presence of a human being.

In the provinces subjected to British rule,
a reward of 5 rupees (10 shillings) is given for
every dead wolf, by the magistrate under
orders from the Government. The natives,
however, usually contrive to bring them alive
to a station, where they allow gentlemen's
dogs to worry them to death -- for a consideration
in money -- previous to taking them
to the magistrate and claiming the reward.
The sport is no doubt a very cruel one -- tied
up as the wolf generally is—but people have
little sympathy for a beast who will often
enter the hut of a villager, by night, and carry
away a child from its mother's side. These
depredations have of late years become less
frequent than they were formerly, and ere
long, it is but reasonable to suppose, they will
be of very rare occurrence—albeit the utter
extinction of the race may be regarded as
hopeless.

BEET-ROOT SUGAR

IF you happen to travel in the month of
December, as I did, towards the dull, clean,
respectable, well-built, wealthy, and highly
fortified city of St. Quelquechose, you will
observe, as you approach it, a good many
fields in the outskirts deeply scored with long,
black, parallel trenches and mounds of earth,
looking like waves that had been suddenly
arrested upon the surface of a muddy sea.
On closer inspection, the fragments of leaves
and roots which are lying about will inform
you, that the seeming waves of mud are really
stores of beet-roots which have been earthed
up to protect them from the frost. The
quantity of beet-root which we see thus stored
in the course of a mile or two is enormous.
You would say there was enough to fatten
all the bullocks in France. But that is not
their destination. They are intended to feed
a stomach whose digestion is. ten times as rapid
as that of the hungriest ox in Christendom.

Three short quarters of an hour before
arriving at St. Quelquechose, you reach the
pleasant and populous village of Coquille.
Many of the cottages are placed in abrupt
hollows, which are in truth the holes from
which quantities of stone and chalk have
been removed and carted away. A little
further on, you pass a chateau, with its bright
green park, its avenues of elm-trees, its
ornamental water almost in English style,
with swans, and a bridge, and a tall grove
in the back-ground. From behind the grove
rises a mingled vapour, the blackest of smoke
and the whitest of steam. That vapour is the
breath which snorts from the nostrils of the
monster, for whose greedy maw and for whose
fastidious palate that vast amount of vegetable
diet is prepared. Concealed behind the clump
of elms stands a Sucrerie, or Factory of beet-
root sugar. I have a letter in rny pocket
for M. Legrave, the proprietor; so, if you
like, we will step down, and have a look
at it. We shall see such a sight as is not to
be beheld throughout all England, at any