with reference to the physical characteristics of the soldiers show that the arms of the negro are from one to two inches longer than those of the whites: another approximation to the ape. In fact, this race is a species of the genus Homo as distinct in character from the Caucasian as those we are accustomed to recognize in other departments of the animal kingdom; but he is not distinct by isolation, since intermediate forms between him and the other species can be abundantly found.
And here let it be particularly observed that two of the most prominent characters of the negro are those of immature stages of the Indo-European race in its characteristic types. The deficient calf is the character of infants at a very early stage; but, what is more important, the flattened bridge of the nose and shortened nasal cartilages are universally immature conditions of the same parts in the Indo-European. Any one may convince himself of that by examining the physiognomies of infants. In some races—e. g., the Slavic—this undeveloped character persists later than in some others. The Greek nose, with its elevated bridge, coincides not only with æsthetic beauty, but with developmental perfection.
This is, however, only "inexact parallelism," as the characters of the hair, etc., cannot be explained on this principle among existing races. The embryonic characters mentioned are probably a remnant of those characteristic of the primordial race or species.
But the man of Naulette, if he be not a monstrosity, is a still more distinct and apelike species. The chin, that marked character of other species of men, is totally wanting, and the dentition is quite approximate to the man-like apes, and different from that of modern men. The form is very massive, as in apes. That he was not abnormal is rendered probable by approximate characters seen in a jaw from the cave of Puy-sur-Aube, and less marked in the lowest races of Australia and New Caledonia.
A WEEK AMONG THE MORMONS.
DREARY, dark and drizzling—gray streaks of would-be light in the sombreness of the clouds—a flat stretch of partially-frozen mud on either side of the railroad track;—this was the scene, at five o'clock of a stormy morning, that we realized at Ogden Station as the train rolled away into the distance, and we three weary, sleepy travelers, bound for Mormonland, stood dolefully in front of the canvas house by courtesy yclept a station, shiveringly contemplating the prospect and ourselves by the dim rays of the stationmaster's lantern.
"Is this Mr. T. B.'s party?" the official presently demanded; and receiving an affirmative response, he pleasantly ushered us into the rude house which formed the company's office and the official's abiding-place. "Bishop West's carriage is waiting for you," was comforting tidings, and in a few moments more the sound of wheels reached our ears; and with thanks for the politeness of the railroad people we clambered into the ambulance-like "carriage" and moved off, bound for Ogden City, distant some three miles, and the second Mormon town in the Territory of Utah. Sleepily we bounced along, every little distance hearing the swish of water against the wagon wheels and the splash as the horses apparently
