rage the little animal’s feelings. 
When the men saw us coming 
across the creek, with one accord they 
- all went in and took a drink. 
We gingerly urged Mr. Skunk into 
the big cage, and with the greatest cau- 
tion, never making a sudden move, I 
took his picture. All was as merry as a 
marriage bell, and might have continued 
so but for that puppy Sim. That is the 
trouble with skunks; they will lose 
their manners if startled, and dogs startle 
skunks. 
Of course the puppy barked; of 
course the skunk did not like it. He 
ruffled up his cold black nose, and ele- 
vated his bushy tail—his beautiful, 
plumy tail. I opened the door of his 
cage and, snatching the puppy, fled. 
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