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respect for one's feelings, which the hog has not. From our 

 camp here by the morass, in a fine grove of cabbage palms, 

 the hogs nearly routed us. We had hard work to keep pro- 

 visions for ourselves, and as for the horse — poor beast ! 



TURKEY buzzard's PORTRAIT. " NOT ALTOGETHER AS PRETTY AS A PICTURE " 



— one night I awoke and discovered a hog right beside me, 

 with its nose in the only bag of grain. My foot shot out, and 

 a sudden tropical storm instantly almost wrecked the tent ! 



One evening, weary with our poling about in the morass, 

 we returned to camp. A member of the party, an enthusias- 

 tic collector, had that morning stufifed a fine Florida Barred 

 Owl, well dosed with arsenic, which he had laid away — ten- 

 derly as though it were a new baby — in a box. I shall never 

 forget the look on his face as he came striding out of the tent, 



