158 Old Days on the Farm 



"Never saw a thing that looked like one,'* said 

 the returned traveller from the land of adven- 

 ture. 



"Well, consarn it, if you can't see 'coons quit 

 seeing them other things. This Is no kinder- 

 garten party playing with Teddy Bears," snapped 

 out the Chief. 



A fire was lit and some ears of corn were 

 roasted and after a roast-corn lunch the Club went 

 forth again to harvest 'coons. 



At the foot of a lone tree which stood adjacent 

 to a large corn patch "Old Tige" fairly stood on 

 his hind legs and barked in a most convincing way. 

 The President himself donned the climbers, and 

 after a hard struggle through the intervening 

 branches, reached the top and there, gleaming at 

 him, were a pair of real 'coon eyes. He shook 

 the limb and shouted as he shook : 



"He's comin', don't let him get away!" 



But good "Old Tige" was there and met Brer 

 'Coon in the air. There was a fierce fight for, 

 perhaps, five minutes, with every member of the 

 Club brandishing sticks or shouting words of en- 

 couragement to the dog. 



The Club had its 'coon. 



There was nothing further to do but pass a reso- 

 lution of confidence in the Chief and "Old Tige." 

 The 'coon was presented to the young banker and 

 he was made an honorary member of the Club. 



