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flag-staff and run, and was even more surprised to 

 behold a big bear standing on its hind legs under 

 a tree. In those days there were large country 

 estates, farms and woods in what was known as 

 the Southwestern Division, but I had never met 

 any wild animal larger than a fox while at work 

 on the topographical survey. Presently I saw a 

 swarthy black-bearded man under the tree and 

 saw that he was eating a loaf of black bread, and 

 then I knew that the bear was a tame dancing bear. 

 Turning the telescope full upon the animal and 

 adjusting the focus I could plainly see the leather 

 strap muzzle on the brute and the chain which 

 confined it to the limits of the shade of the tree. 

 It was some time, however, before I could in- 

 duce the flagman to proceed with his work and 

 I was hoarse from shouting when he at last picked 

 up his staff and started again down the line. 



MR. .DOOLEY: HER STORY. . 



If one may say "The Liner, she's a lady" as 

 Kipling does, and speaks of a man-of-war as a she 

 as sailors do, there is no real reason why one should 

 not say 



U MR. DOOLEY, SHE IS A LADY," 



for if gentleness is a characteristic of ladies, Mr. 

 Dooley is certainly entitled to that title, but she was 

 a vicious cub. 



A few years ago, Mr. Walker, of the Yellow- 

 stone Park, while on horseback, ran down a sil- 



