In Winter Quarters 



is no doubt considered graceful beyond 

 the wildest of all desert dreams. 



Do you know the Wapiti ? Well, they 

 are just elk. They are here also. May- 

 be from the great herd that roams the 

 grand preserve men call the park of 

 Yellowstone. They are clearly ready 

 to go any time they can. A comely 

 heifer wanders away to the farther 

 corner of the yard, lifts up her fawn- 

 like face, throws her big ears forward, 

 looks yearningly in the far distance and 

 gives utterance to a plaintive little cry; 

 but the mountain meadows shall not 

 know her hoof-prints. 



You may like Simians. I do not. 

 Monkeys, baboons and apes look and 

 act too much like some humans I 

 know, and am not crazy about. They 

 are all busy these days in their none- 

 too-well ventilated hothouse, bug-hunt- 

 ing as usual. A mother lovingly looks 

 for "coots" on a baby breast; the 

 darling child throwing up its head and 

 protruding its throat and chest so that 

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