1-wmw~,m.a-.\v§\afl_m.yw ._,"'~ 4 . wrargr. a.“ . ism i123" C5 TIME FLIES. av LAURA SANFORD. Time flies: But with what wings? With wings of butterflies To jo it clings, Now here, now there—Who sighs For joy, finds joy and dies. Time flies: But with what wings? \Vith wings of bees it bies. Who works and sin a In rich content all ay, Will bear bright gold away. Time flies: But with what wings? With win of birds to skies ere su ht tiings Wide open I eaven‘s door. Life! light! who cares for more? Time flies: But with what wings? With an el wings it tries 0 lift low things Up from the heavy sod. Up from earth‘s griefs to God! —Sundui/ School Times. Fur, Fin and Feather. BY JOS. E. BADGER, JR. No. V.——A Quana ADVENTURE. MORE than one of our party had good cause for remembering that day ihunt, nor [I the i ’ tinting w' ogs. . only one to “ swear off Our camp that night resembled an outdoor hos- pital more nearly than an thing else I think of. , ' e of thrilling or ludi- f crous adventure to tell—and was bound to tell 1 Each one had his eager it, too, if it took all night. One of those stories is well worthy a place in THE YOUNG Naw Yonxaa, providing it be not 5 iled in the telling. to the rson and in the manner here set down, I‘ll m e the attem t. Some who read tliis ma remember C. C. Car- son, or “ Bab Elcphant.’ To those who have no such recol ection I would say: “ Baby” is a two-hundred-pounder, and stands just six feet, four inches in his niOCcasins. His most promi- nent characteristics are good-humor and bound- less appetite for 'possum meat. Baby rode a good horse on the day of that hunt, and stuck to his work with a dogged per- severance peculiarly his own, but his weight proved too great a handicap in a race over such difficult ground, and when Carson burst into the clearing, half a dozen hogs were slaughter— ed, the bay was broken, and each member of the . party was starting in hot pursuit of the hog or 1 dog he most fancied. aby was bound to make his mark that day, and plying his persuaders, urged his horse across the opening and into the tangled undergrowth at the point where he had caught a brief glimpse of old one-cared Boss in hot pursuit of a loudly : whoof—ing hog. Baby rode bv main force, rather than skill. Bowing his head. he would butt his way through what would be impregnable obstacles to an or‘ dinary man. ed treble of old Boss lured him on. He thought only of overtaking the game, and so plunged { straight fo'r the sound, no matter what obstacles ? barred the wa . IVhether that hog was ever brought to bay or not, Carson never knew. was pressing on at break—neck speed; the next, that chase was ended, so far as he was con- cerned. Of course ’possum was at the bottom of it! A small, gray—haired animal sluggishly crawling 1 through a small brush-pile—aud Baby began tugging furiously at the iron jaws of his excit- ed horse. A precious five minutes was lost in subduing his charger, and when Carson rode back to the brush-pile, his eyes aglow with COVetous longing, the ’possum had vanished. The wisest naturalist that ever lived could tell Baby nothing about the ‘possum. He knew that the animal cannot or will not run, unless when very close to its lair, and so, in:huge good humor he dismounted and hitched his horse, then eagerly beat around to secure his prize, but in vain. upon the ground. It was not visible in any of the trees. He thum the tree-trunks one by one, in hopes of finding a hollow one, but with- out success. Baby Elephant scratched his head with a sorely puzzled air. He could not understand it. ghe ' ossum could not have run fifty yards. A roa mass of vines and felt sure the ’possum had taken refuge. Merely premising that ' t 6 adventure is not a fictitious one, but occurred ' He never seemed to think of 1 saving either himself or horse. The high, crack- ‘ One moment he ' The animal was nowhere near , grin overs read his face as he caught ' sight of a hollow o , almost hidden beneath a I rambles. and in which he ; : her hold and at the same time forced her back , several’ feet. This advantage Carson was wrse ‘ enough to follow up without giving her time to recover, and‘ with furious kicks e drove her back, inch by inch, until, With a tremendous ; thrust, he shoved her out of the log. ‘ Baby Elephant, by a desperate effort, man- aged to turn himself end for end. He had had too good a proof of her quality to run the riskof ‘ backing out of the log, while the sow was at lib- erty to charge at will, but the moments thus v consumed gave the beast time to recover from her brief discomfiture. Her head one mass of blood froth, she char ed. Carson met her with a ow from his fist t at would have felled an ox. but the only result was the skinning of his knuckles. As a last ho , Carson clutched her huge ears and thrust liter back, balding her at arms” len th. But he could do no more. The sow bent ier long bodv around until her haunches were press- ed into the hollow of a huge knot, and from this even the enormous strength of Baby Elephant . was unable to move her. ‘ FH'om beyond came the shrill ueals of the pigs. The sow was making a terri c uproar as 1 she struggled to free herself. Carson was pant- ; ing and cursin as he wrestled for dear life. ’ Little wonder, t en, that the noise and confu- i sion attracted attention. Carson, in one of his desperate efforts, slipped 3 upon one knee, and, eager to take advanta e of - the fact. the sow plunged forward. But aby ‘ Elephant quickly recovered himself, and exert- ; ing every ounce of strength, shoved the sow ' back beyond the knot, then, inch by inch, tothe 5 very entrance. As by magic the sow was plucked from his hands, and Carson flung heavily upon his face. ‘ Quickly recovering himself and dashing the dust from his eyes, Baby Elephant peered out upon a ludicrously interesting sight. Not ten feet from the entrance to the log 1 stood a huge black bear, erect upon its hind 5 feet! As everybody knows, bruin is an ardent lover of pork, nor is he particular whether it be old or young, tough or tender, caring more for the i quantit than quality. The urious squealing of the old sow had reached its ears, and drew it to the scene of ac— tion, just as Carson for the second time backed his antagonist into the opening. Bruin never stopped to ask what was the matter, but clutched the hog and drew it clear of the hol- low. The sow was tough and wir , and did not 'ield without a desperate strugg e. Bruin eni- raCed its middle with his fore arms, and closed his teeth upon one ear, thus holding his prey helpless. Carson watched the queer scene with staring eves and open mouth, for the moment forget- ting his own danger. The sow was squealing an kicking at a wonderful rate, but the bear was gradually tightening his grip and a moment ‘ later Carson saw the sow‘s hind legs drop down lim ly. Her back was broken. e waited for no more, as the pigs behind him set u ) a fresh chorus, and he was afraid the bear would turn his attention in that direction now that the sow was disposed of. The bear dro )pcd its game with a sniff of sur- prise as Baby Elephant scrambled out of the log and plunged for his weapons, but stood uietly staring at him, making no motion of eit er re- treat or advance. Carson was cool enough now, and though this was the first time he had ever stood face to face with brain in its native wilds, he acted like a veteran. i Cooking his rifle, he rested it u n the log and I took a cool, deliberate aim at t e':bear’s ri ht , e 'e. The distance was too short for so g a i shot to miss his mark, and at the sharp report, 1 the bear fell heavily forward, dead almost with- : out a struggle. _ , Carson‘s yell of exultation was echoed back by an approvin cheer, and Tom Deakin rode up to the spot, his curiosity having been aroused by the wild s ucaling. The cripple sow was put out of her mise , and, feeling secure against any further attac 's in the rear, Baby Elephant once more crawled into the log and secured the sucking-pigs, nine in number. The. bear was skinned and cut up, and under Tom’s guidance, Carson returned in safety to pi he told his story amid shouts of Ian hter. hat night. Baby Elephant and I join hands and renewed our oath never to hunt another v wild hog while water runs and grass grows. 1T0 BE CONTINUED—COMMENCED IN No. 21.] Fighting for the Flag ; TRUE TO THEIR COLORS. Carson thrust his head into the hole, but ‘ couldsee nothing. Backing out, he stood his rifle against the side of the log, together with i his belt. containing knife and pistols. They would not be needed, and would only be in the ‘ way while crawling into the hollow. As he entered the hole, Bab ' Elephant heard 1 a faint scrambling sound fore him, and chuckled in high glee at thought of the delicious ' rent in store for him. The next minute his hand closed upon a squirming body—but no ' possum ever uttered that shrill squeal! pigs, not more than two weeks old. Since he could not have ’possum, he would have roast- in — Larson’s gastronomical calculations went no further than this. From outside came a series of diabolical grunts, squeals and zchuofs all com- :ningled. and he knew that the mother sow had been alarmed by the outcries of her insulted progeny, and was hastening to the resuue. Dropping his protesting prize. Carson at- tempted to turn around. but the hollow was not large enough. and he was obliged to “craw- flsh” his way backward, momentarily expect— inglan attack in the rear. is fears were only too well founded. When yet ten feet from the entrance. the enraged sow plunged into the hollow. Baby saw this as he glanced over his shoulder. and he knew that he was in a tight fix. A thoroughly wild hog is an awkward customer under t l(‘ most favorable circumstances. but an old and tough sow dc- fending her pigs! and that sow charging furi— ously at the unprotected rear of a fellow ii a hollow logr without room to turn and face the danger! A more ridiculously dangerous situa— tion can scarcclv be conceived. Fortunately Larson had on his heavy riding- boots, number tens, studded with iron nails, and ‘ as the sow came within range. he worked his rear battery for dear life. The animal. bewil— dered and half-stunned, drcwback a little under that energetic bombardment, but at the renewed squealing beyond, she. returned to the charge with redoublcd fury. That Baby Elephant was not idle, will be readily believed. His heels were dashed in swift succession against the grisly front of his antagonist. 'bglioni may have handled her feet more gracefully. but never more swiftly nor with better effect than did Baby Elephant in that dire e ergency. Once the in uriated sow caught a foot in her mouth, and ground her teeth through the ton h leather, before Carson, with his other heel, con (1 break her grip. A lucky kick in one eye broke , Baby had blundered into a litter of young I BY FRANKLIN HEWLETI. IT was a nd and majestic scene. A large field, covering over ten acres, lay near the outskirts of one of our largest and most fashion- able cities. It was New Year‘s Day. Nearly a foot of snow had fallen the night before, and the new year was ushered in, devoid of its natural clothing. fluence of its warm and gentle rays. the camp, where, over the tender joints of roast- The sun was shining brightly, and the snow ‘ sparkled and slowly melted away, under the in- ‘ Over a hundred boys ranging from ten to . he again led the charge. and are about to be engaged in one of the live- " twenty years of age. are gathering to this field. liest kind of fights, which probably they would never again see in a lifetime. as “the rival academies.” tight," as being the easiest way of settling their difiicultics. A boundary line had been drawn across the field, and the rivals were gathered on their respective sides. Each side had erected a large and solid fort of snow, which they could retreat into when hard- pressed. Firinly fixed into the roof of each was a tall were flashing fiercely, as be regarded his rival leader. He was a handsome, well-built lad of sixteen, with bright blue eyes, and smiling face, and went by the name of Robert Ransom, although he was more commonly known as Rough-and- Ready. . Each side was heavily armed With hard snow- balls, while the smaller boys were manufactur- ing more at the forts. ‘Are on ready?“ asked Ron h-and-Ready of Tom arson the leader of the “ .” “Yes, and ready to pull down that rag of yours," came the defiant reply. " You ought to have it.” _ “ That’s just what we are agomg to do. Charge!” In an instant all Was one struggling mass, all bravely fighting for victory. The “ Reds ” in neral were larger than their inonents, but w t the latter lacked in size t ey made up in grit. Little Rough— and-Ready seemed to be ev - where, his bell—like voice ringing all over t e field. Swift as an arrow from a how, he sent the hard balls with unerring aim into thefirival ranks. . Zip, zip, zip, the snow-balls flow through the air until it seemed to be black with the flying missiles; but still neither side gave ground for a foot. Each side was fighting for honor and their flag, and bravely they stood their ground like the heroes of old. Dozens of the boys lay on the snow with black e ‘es and their noses bleeding: but nothing daun , the are soon again on their feet and rushing into the thickest of the battle. For nearly an hour the battle rages, and still neither side shows si s of retreating. Little Rough-and— eadv is a veritable hero, and he leads the “Blues” with increasing ea- gerness. Suddenly the “ Reds ” for a moment waver, and the young hero seizes the opportunity, ashe cries in a clear, ringing tone: “ They are giving out. Charge on them, and don’t give them time to get ammunition!" Instantly the “Blues ” with a loud cheer make a swift Charge, and the enemy is gradually forced back. Yard after yard the “ Blues " in less than an hour the flag wi less some accident occurs. Rough-and—Ready is eagerly watching these favoralile signs, his handsome face glowino with enthusiasm, while he bravely fights with the weapons nature has provided him with. “ Charge on them a ain, my bully boys! Be true to your colors!" 19 cries, by n ay of en- couragement. With renewed ardor, they again charge, and the “Reds.” in spite of themselves, are again compelled to give ground. Tom Carson beheld the sight with dismay, and his thin lips quivered with rage. . “They‘ll get our flag, unless something can be done," he muttered, as he cre t nearer to the blue leader, his eyes flashing wic edly. Most of the ammunition by this time had given out, and the boys were brave‘lfi' fighting with their fists, while a few snow-b s flew through the air. " I’ll soon get that Rough-and-Ready out of the road: then we will see which side gains the victory. The “ Blues ” sha’n’t have our flag 1" The last words Carson fairly hissed between his set teeth, and a minute later he found him- self face to face with voung Rougli-and-Ready. " At last i” sneered the bully. “ Yes, at last, and well met,” replied the “ Blue ” leader, trying to force a smile, as he nervedihimself for the combat that was impend- in between himself and his larger rival. But he did not flinch, but stood his ground like a man. He knew the odds were against him, but he must either fight or lose his reputa- tion as a leader. In a moment they had closed in, and were fighting like two young tigers. For a time the issue seemed doubtful, and then the tide turnedjn favor of Rough-and-Ready. Carson for a moment lost his guard, and Rob. seizin the op rtunity, struck his op iient a solid Ieft—han er under the ear, and t e bully staggered back. In an instant he was again at Rough-and- Ready, and his swarthy countenance was near- ly urple with rage. Bike a mad bull he charged at his 'oung and successful rival, and with a quick and powerful motion be seized Rob bv the throat. One quick twist of his foot around his opponent's heel, and Rob was flung to the ground, with his enemy on top of him. "Now I’ve got you,” be fairly hissed, just loud enough for the “ Blue " leader to hear. In a moment his hand sought his pocket, and he drew forth a large jack—knife. “ Take that !” “'ith a quick and rapid motion, he struck in ground, and be theirs, un- ] young Rougli—and-Readv a violent blow on the forehead with the handle. and the boy, with a groan, fell back, apparently insensible. All this took place in less time than it will take toread it, and before the rival sides was aware of what had taken place. the brutal Car- son was on his feet, and leading the “ Reds" into a regular charge against the "Blues." \\ ithout their brave young leader to rally them on, the “ Blues " soon lost the ground they had just before ained. Step by step, t e “ Blues" were forced to give ground, and soon the fort will be reached. “Now, one quick dash and the fin is ours, and we have won the victory," cried arson, as This swift charge was too much for the " Blues." and they were forced to fly to their 2 fort for shelter. and make their last stand in They were the students of the two largest . academics in the city, and had always been the :? bitterest enemies, until at last they were known , defense of their flag. ‘ me, and looking very nasty. The Englishnpis Bear-Fight. WE were for the second summer in succession in one of the wildest and least traveled parts ‘of the Far IVest on a hunting expedition, and our chief object was “ grizzl bear.” On our first hunting trip we had on ysucceeded in killing one, and that under not very exciting circum- stances, though very euccessful with all other species of big ame: and this time we intended to do great bin in this direction. It was nearly the end 0 our hunt, and we had sno— ceeded in baggin upward of seventeen grizsliee (including six on ), anduyet had had no excite ing bear-fights. a rule, we saw our bear before he saw us, and d of him some- times before he knew we were in the country. Though wonderftu keen-scented, their night is not good; and if first seen, theyare com ra- tively easy to stalk. One evening, roun the cam fire, the conversation turned on beer: “ consider,” said one of our men—Buckskin Bob by name—“I consider that we’ve been in mighty big luck this trip: seventeen b’ar, and nary a ht. Perhaps,” he continued, “you don’t th' b’ar can fight. You’ve time yet to alter your opinion.” The speaker was the oldest man of the vparty, and as thorough a specimen of the I ‘estern trapperas ever wore buckskin or chewed plug tobacco. A little over six feet in hight, and of wiry frame, with skin tanned the color of ma- hogany, and hair and board of unusual length, he might have walked straight out of one of ' Mayne Reid’s novels. To resume, M— had had rather bad luck the last few days, having seen nothin but buf- falo, and those we did not want. e accord- ingly one morning announced his intention of going fishin , and of! he went, taking two of the “boys” wi him. “Jack,” said I, “let us go mon with bipeds) do not like to be disturbed at dinner. Having collected ourselves, we pro— ceededto goonafterthebearwehadflrstseen but failed to find him. But the fun was not yet all over for the day; on returning, we found that another and rather smaller bear had, curi- ously enough, taken advantage of our nee to come down and have some refreelunen atthe aforementioned deed wapiti. He was not, however, a fighting specimen, and on realizing what we were he endeavored to beat a "treat, till his career was cut short, by an expm bul- let. It is a uliarity of bear that when hit they almost variably fall and roll about for a few seconds; this one, though not killed b the first shot, fell, and gave us an o tyof ttinefiin two more bullet whic effectually gill) him and just in time topreventhlm en- terlnge thick patch of timber. Both the bear were and had apparentl‘ooome slight difilc ty over their supper, for on th of them we found fresh wounds, evidently made in a recent fight. We proceeded forthwith to skin the head and fore—quarters of each animal, not having time to take the whole hides; naming the skulls and skins. one behind each die, started for camp. We had some difilcul in making it, night comingon when we were a at four miles from home. But luckily the moon occasionally showed through the mist which had covered the hills we were on; and after a good deal of scrambling in the dark over rocks and fallen timber we got in about ten P. l. Our friend “Buckskin Bob” had a considerable laugh at our expense on hearing the events of the day, a general tone of “ I told you so ” pe vattllilng his conversfation. I turned irathaglmg wi my t or ' 'es consi era in- creased—142611331c and m y for a hunt;” and about noon we started, the - weather having been bad all the m-rning and , only then cleared up. that we had been in camp for nearly a week and were riding some of our pack-horses, thereby 'ving our regular riding-horses a rest. Pack- orses out there are, as a rule, a very low class of animal, and ours were no exception to the neral run; the two steeds we mounted that y were hardy little ponies enough, but in low condition and somewhat overcome with age; a . tendency to buck occasionally on no provoca- tion, and scatter his pack over the prairie, was also a chacteristic of the particular one I chose for my own riding; but he had one strong point in his favor, he did not object to bear. An Indian pony, as a rule, cannot stand the sight or even smell of a bear, but this animal was above such small prejudices, not from cour- age. but ignorance. After riding some sixmiles across two or three very rough valleys (or small canons) we came to a high point overlooking an open valley. a perfect paradise for game. “This,” said I, “ is where we saw a bear two days ago." “ You don‘t ex . t to see him now,” replied Jack, “do you! ’ Jack was a lit- tle rufiled by the conduct of his horse. Pre- sently,‘after lookin round with the glasses for some time, he remar ed, “ I see a hear: I thought at first it was a lump of sage-brush, but I didn’t see how the thing could go traveling round in that way.” This news a few weeks ago would have caused us to display some exeitement; but since then we had bagged our fourbear in a day, and it was getting an “old thing” with us. “ Do you?” said I. “ Shall we 0 for him {" "I suppose so,” said Jack, sententiously. This we here take opportunity to confide to our reader, was a swagger on our part, and nothing more; a hear was game we always went for, no matter how far it was, or how late in the day; but we had our weaknesses just then. , After oing slowl down a steep hill, we rcachcdt e aforesai valley, and proceeded to hustle our horses along, for it was getting late, and to where we had seen the bear was over a mile. My quadi‘uped being slightly the faster of the two, by the time we reached a broad open park in the center of the valley I was a little ahead, and accordingly pulled up to let Jack, on old “'orkman, come alongside. About sixty yards to the right, and half-way up a slight incline, was a large fallen tree, with dead branches sticking in all directions. “ Steady,” said Jack from behind, in a hoarse whisper. “ There’s a bear, and a big one too.” And, sure enough, I saw his head raised in an inquiring way from behind the tree. To jump down from the saddle was the work of a moment, and at the same time our friend, “ Old Ephraim,” came bustling over the top of the said tree, and straight at us with a savage “ woof-woof,” and his bristles well up. We hardly realized at first he was charging and meant fight; and the first shot, a hurried one. I missed him clean; second barrel, I instinctively took a careful aim, and over he rolled, a clean somersault, and then came on again, a little faster, if possible, than before, being not twenty yards from where I was standing. The situation was a nervous one, for my rifle was empty, and the bear not de but char 'ng. There was no time to load, an I natura ly turned and jumped at my saddle, old Pint’s ignorance and general low condition combining to make him regard the bear with a mild stare of surprise, standing his ground meanwhile; but somehow I mimed my hold, the horse swerving round a little as I jumped, and back I slipped to the ground again, only to see our friend “the b’ar” within six feet of It did not take long to dodge round the horse, and I was not very particular where I trod, being by this time, as the Yankees say, rather badly scared. As I did so. the bear with a -: savage growl. came right against the horse’s thind -qnarters, having struck at him and missed: he was evidently getting a little blind 1 with the effects of the shot, which we afterward : found had struck him fair in the chest, and .3 After a hard and brave struggle the fort was = taken, and with a loud yell Carson grasped the : . halliards, and was about to lower the flag that Quarrel after quarrel had been raised. and 1 none were as yet settled. and it was determined : to have a regular “ rough—and-tumble snow-ball defense. “ Drop that, vou brute!" held Roug ‘ handsome face c0vered with blood. At this unexpected sight the bully's face turned pale with fear, and his knees trembled ', beneath his weight. flag—staff. and from their peaks gently floated ‘ the rival flags. One side had a flag with a blue field. and in the center in large, bright letters. was the motto: ‘ “ “'e are true to our colors." large red streamer. bearing the defiant motto: “Touch me who dare!“ The other was a . ‘ charge was made. It was agreed between the “ Reds and Blues " , that whichever side should first carry their op- , ponents'fiag and erect it on their own fort. , would be at once decided as the victors and champions for the season. So it will be seen , that each side was preparirig for a hard struggle ‘ in which to retain their colors. In a few minutcs each side was drawn u to i . the boundary line. and stood regarding t eir rivals. while in each countenance could be plain- ly traced the bright mark of pluck and resolu- tion. In a moment the leaders of the rival acade- mics stood face to face—and what a contrast there was between them! The leader of the “ Reds " was a large, dark, sinewy boy of twenty, whose small black eyes “'ith c. cry of warning. the " Blue" leader s )rung at him. that he was unable to protect himself, and in less than two minutes he had received the chas— tisement he so richly deserved. " Now, boys, forward. Charge!“ must have penetrated the lower portion of the ,' c , meanwhile, had remounted, and ‘ heart. J a , . not having had his rifle loaded at first like my- the “ Blues "' had fought so valiantly for in its " self. after hurriedly endeavoring to snatch a , , cartridge out of his belt in time and failing, had i , thrown the weapon to the ground, and was pro— ‘ Carson uickly turned. To his horror he be— ' (hand-Ready standing before him, his ' ceeding to empty his six-shooter into the animal at a distance of about twenty yards. with, how- , " ever, no apparent effect. On feeling the wei ht ‘ of the bear against his hind-quarters my st at last bolted, and I was preparing to follow his example, when I noticc( the hear was blunder- ; ing slowly on down the hill, not knowing appa- The bully was so frightened ' rently where he was going. This gaVe me the opportunity to reloa , and two i finished him. Even a grizzly could not stand an T express bullet in his chest for more than a i ' minute. At the sight of their valiant leader, the‘ ; “ Blues" regained their courage. and one grand Like chaff bcfore a whirl- wind. the “ Reds ” were driven back rod by rod. fled. and their colors were captured and borne triumphantly back to the academy. Rough-and—Ready was recognized by all as a perfect hero. but he bore all his honors with be- ‘ coming modesty. “We won the fla . but it was a hard strug- le. Our motto is, ‘ c to our colors.” iis replv to the numerous questions asked. Tom Carson will never again lead the “ Reds” to battle. as they have chosen a new leader. in the shape of lick Ransom. Rob's twin brother, to give the record of the fight before long. “ It will be a hard fight," is Rough-and- Ready‘s parting salute. It must. however, be confemed. that it was as much chance as anything else that the ., . animal was struck fair, in the heart the second . shot. Three inches to the right or left would _ 2 have made all the difference between a fatal One last and determined charge. the enemy A ‘ him doubly dangerous. shot and one that only cri ipled. and so rendered ad this been the case i the bear would certainly have killed the horse, i always des1r' able. was ‘ ‘ possibly in self, for we were in the open and had , consequent y only our heels to trust to. Proxim- ity to a convenient tree on such occasions is But all’s well that ends well, and the bear (a very large old male) had in the ‘ ’ end the worst of it, as we afterward remarked: 5 close. though the quarters. we agreed, were a little too On inspecting the )remises we found the _ , ; carcase of a wapiti (one t at we had shot some vfiio is as courageous as our hero, and we hope i few days ago in this valley lying behind the i dead tree. and half buried ythe bear. This partly accounted for the animal's ferocious charge and general bad temper: grizzlies (in com- more shots . . cated. "—Cincfnnali I may mention here ' VAT DOT LEEDLE BIRD DID SAD. “ Oh! dell me, wooden‘t you, leedle bird, Of you hafe seen my love?“ ’Dwas dus I schboke, one summer‘s day, Do a bird in de dree above. “ 0h! lfafe she been all drue to me Since I hafe gone away? Does she schdi i come to dis schacred spot. Or does she sday away?" De bird he sdobbed his leédle song Und looked me in ininw'e: .efery day— “ She comes down here m She‘ll be here py und py. ‘ Und den my heart got in my moud, So ha )py did I feel, Do see er afder so many ears, Mid choy did make me 3 queal. “ Dees she efer shpeak of me. young bird? Does she gry und ' h und moan? Does she come down ere mid any one, Or does she come all alone 7" “ She nefer sch your name at all. She don’d hofe nod a She always comes down er: mid a man—— Now how is dosefor high .1’ “ Dot's a lie!" I said, mid awful rage, As I crabbed dot bird by de arm, “ I’ll vaid undil she comes. und if Dere's a man, I’ll make him some harm." “ Oh! led me go!" dot bird cried oud, " I don’d like such rough st 'les; Dot‘s drue a man comes mi her, imd Dere‘s also a couple of shilds' I saw id all ad once—she had A husband and shilds, dot's queer. Bud I shook dot bird like dot girl shook me, Und I valked me righd off on my ear. Wooing Morpheus. How pleasant it is after a day’s hard work to retire to rest with the sweet eonseiousnem of knowin that we have done our duty. Never- thelem, orépheusi that most beloved god, is not tobeallure to coseour mindtotbeaflairs of “ this queer world of ours.” He is not to be en- ticed by our entreaties, and allow us to be tor- tured and tormented by that “ dread artisan of —-—Had ” the musketo, until the clock on the steeple c imes the solemn hour of midnight. At last, induced by the look of patient endur- ance which has settled upon our usually beam- ing countenance, Morpheus closes our ey and we are allowed to enjoy for a few brig? mo- ments a state of ha py unconsciousness to the affairs of this worl We are deluded into the belief that it will alwa be thus. But, vain hope! we are soon broug t to realize that we are of the “ earth, earthy.” We are suddenl awakened by a laintive solo beneath our be; ,room window, ollowed by a duet and chorus. Our patience is by this time exhausted. We agpe our way to the window, boot—jack in d. Silently raising the sash, we carefully aim at the black tom-cat who seems to be the leader. But, of course, the concert is ad ' before the weapon reaches the ground, or, ra- ther, the oil-can which we forgot to place in the wood-shed. This noise awakens all the d in the nei hborhood, who, now that the fe ines have a journed, commence a doleful serenade. Thus it always is through life! One Man’s View of It. A roman and greasy tramp called at this of- fice esterday. an said: “ dropped in to call your attention to the fact that we stand vindicated.” " “'ho stands vindicated?” asked a reporter, j pricking up his ears. ’ “ We do. sir—the gentlemen of the road.” “ You mean tramps. I su pose?” “ Yes, sir: tramps, so cal ed.” “How does it happen that you stand vindi- cated!” “ Public sentiment did it, sir. I‘lmew it would. “’hy. my dear sir, just look at it: It has be‘ come as popular as seven-up." ‘ “ You refer to the walking mania. do you 3" “ I do, sir. The Whirligig of time has spun us around in our proper place, and our occupa- tion is no longer a reproach. The change of public sentiment has made it just as popular 'in the higher walks of life as the iron heel of pov- ‘ erty has in the lower walks. of which I am an humble representative. " , “ So it would seem." 3. " The last man to join our ranks is M. Gam- betta. the new President of the French Chamber, whom the cable announces as walking eight miles daily around the delightful lawn of the Presidential garden—one of the prettiest of the rite gauche. I envy M. Gambetta his lovel ' tow-path, as it were but welcome him open arms to our fol . I think he’ll likens,“ and the man of shreds and patches backed out of the room, for the reason, we think, that the I front of his garments was more presentable tlganedthe rear. Pausing on the threshold, he a : ll “ Don’t forget to mention that we standyindi- cated. And by the way, Sergeant Bates is one of our pioneers. Be good enough to say it in italics that the Ser ant also stands vindi- nqm'rer.