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the bars in a rage, and it was only the 

 moral influence of the chain around his 

 neck that kept him quiet. When the cor 

 respondent sprang into the car, the griz 

 zly's eyes were green with anger, and in 

 a moment more there would have been 

 the liveliest kind of a circus on that freight 

 train. Hustling the crowd out with un 

 ceremonious haste incidentally throwing 

 a few maledictions at the man with the 

 stick the correspondent drove the Mon 

 arch back from the bars, and ordered him 

 to lie down, and for the next half hour rode 

 in the car with him and talked him into 

 a peaceable frame of mind. 



From the freight depot on Tow T nsend 

 Street the cage was hauled on a truck to 

 Woodward's Gardens, and under the di 

 rections of Louis Ohnimus, superintendent 

 of the gardens, the Monarch was trans 

 ferred to more comfortable quarters. His 

 cage was. backed up to one of the perma 

 nent cages, both doors were opened, and 

 he was invited to move, but he refused 



