ball shot into the wide mouth that was yawn- 

 ing for him, and K'dunk went back to his 

 fly-catching. ^^ Un J^ ***? 



It is probably this lack of taste on K'dunk's 

 part that accounts for the astonishing variety 

 in his food. Nothing in the shape of an insect 

 seemed to come amiss to him. Flies, wasps, 

 crickets, caterpillars, doodle-bugs, and beetles 

 of every description were all treated alike 

 to the same red flash of his tongue and the 

 blinking gulp. A half-dozen boys and girls, 

 who were watching the queer pet with me, 

 were put to their wits' end to find some- 

 thing that he would not eat. One boy, who 

 picked huckleberries, brought in three or 

 four of the disagreeable little bugs, known 

 without a name by every country boy, that 

 have the skunk habit of emitting overpower- 

 ing odors when disturbed, thinking that he 

 had found, a poser for our pet; but K'dunk 

 gobbled them up as if they had been set 

 before him as a relish to tickle his appetite. 

 Another brought potato bugs ; but these too 

 were fish for K'dunk's net. Then a third 

 boy, who had charge of a kitchen garden, 



