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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 stuffed 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. 
