Behind Iron Bars 



through the sage brush and the cactus 

 without turning somersaults every 

 fifteen feet from lack of proper counter- 

 poise. But his grandsire could, and 

 did. 



The buffalo calves are cute little 

 runts. Look at that one alongside the 

 woven wire fence with his nose poked 

 through the open mesh licking the lips 

 of a great ungainly Siberian camel that 

 seems to enjoy the lingual bufFalonian 

 caress. An exchange of amenities be- 

 tween the Occident and Orient is obvi- 

 ously in progress; a situation rather 

 more pacific in its aspects truly than 

 that projected in the shadow of these 

 fateful League-of-Nations days. The 

 particular Asiatic of which I speak has 

 a self-satisfied look upon his docile 

 countenance, but how he endures the 

 swaying of those two enormous humps 

 of fat that threaten to topple off his 

 back every time he moves is something 

 hard to comprehend. And that great 

 siphoned neck in cultured camel circles 

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