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turer years is to enforce his imperium over some chosen domain of bushand field. 
If he does lord it over the underlings and villeins of his realm it is only that they 
may humbly ac- ated knowledge his sway 
and applaud him, a — the self - appointed 
champion of the defense- 
less, as he 
De Owe Sees 
Photo by R. F. Griggs 
A YOUNG TYRANT—THE LAST OF THE BROOD. 
them from the attacks of all infidel Hawks, Crows, and Jays. Who has not 
seen him as he quits his high perch in the elm sapling and hurries forward, 
choking with vengeful utterance, to meet and chastise some murderous Hawk, 
who before any other foe is brave? Down comes the avenger! ‘The Hawk 
shies with a guttural cry of rage and terror, while a little puff of feathers 
scatters on the air to tell of the tyrant’s success. Again and again the quick 
punishment falls, until the tiny scourge desists and returns, shaking with shrill 
laughter, to give his mate a highly-colored account of his adventure. 
When the “King of Rome” was born Napoleon caused a hundred guns to 
sound. When the twenty-second cannon boomed and the people knew it was 
a boy, hats flew up and the streets of the gay French capital rang with ap- 
