Great was the sorrow of a party of negroes from Irwin county, Ga., wheü they bad to part froui their dfes the other day, says the New York'I'. The White Star pier resounded wit!) their walllngs. The hu wis of the doga added to the outburst. "How can we get along without dogs in Liberia?" was the plaintive query of one of the men. Tbere were fifty-four persons in the party- tfairty-two men, twelve women ;;nd ten childrell - bound for the African land ót promise. They had two bloodhounds and two "powerful fine coon doga." Bnt when they trooped nboard the Teutonic the man at the head of the gangplank said "Get out!" to the dogs. "They 're ours," said the leader of the emigrants. He was pained to learn that hls ticket didn't inelude dogs. He was told he must get a government permit before the dogs could be received at an English port. He eommunicated that fact to his eompanions, and then the sounds of sorrow arose. "Them bloodhounds has followed a scent flfty miles," moaned George Scott. But, ander orders, be tied the dogs ia the waitiug room. 'When the Teutonie left her pier, the animáis strained at their ropes, but couldn't break them. and their mastcrs and mistresses soon were far away. "Pity they couldn't take the coon dogs with them," said a pier hand. "There'd be great sport in Liberia. I hear it's full of coons."