RABBIT-STEW. "THE FLY." FOREST SOUNDS. 57 



A\c! Aye! " said Horace, " I can make a rabbit stew 

 fit for any man in the party." 



"Let's have 'cm! " hoarsly whispered that insatiate fiend, 

 Benson. 



Yea. it is not meet that men should live on fish, 

 alone," gravely declared the Professor he of the well 

 lined abdomen -and I opine that "- 



"Well, well!" said Thompson, US he half rose from his 

 seat in apparent disgust, " if this scholastic gentleman 

 means to make a pun on llesh and lish in this high handed 

 manner. 1 MIL^CS! thai somebody shoot hint, he'd make a 

 stew for half a tribe of cannibals." 



" Such wrath in celestial minds';'" retorted the Profes- 

 sor; "may not one signify liis occasional desire for meat, 

 without danger of being made that which he desires ?" 



lint at thi> instant the Neophyte, who had quietly taken 

 a gun from the hut. pulled the trigger and ended the 

 wordy controversy and the career of a fat rabbit at the 

 critical juncture. The resl of the rabbit family hopped and 

 skittered otT into the woods instantly, and Horace speedily 

 prepared the iraine for stewing in the morning. When 

 once we had tasted llesh again, all scruples against killing 

 I he pretly creatures vanished, and we went to our butcher's 

 as regularly as the family man at home. always, however, 

 afl a mailer of safetv, ordering a rabbit stew. 



In the afternoon, on the following day, Thompson, who 

 evidently still loved the woods and waters for something 

 iic-idcs what he could catch with a hook, graciously taking 

 me a> hi> companion again, went down the lake to the 



