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DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



steer from Texas came after them and plowed right 

 through the ranks there was -not a show of resistance. 

 When I saw him last he was pursuing his triumphant 

 way, with his proud tail erect, as he disappeared up 

 the street in a cloud of dust. 



But it was not of domestic beasts that I intended to 

 speak; it was of the wild forest folk in which we are all 

 so interested. 



Killing a Rattlesnake in the Middle of a Lake 



A little while ago I spoke of the things I had seen 

 in the East River, which recalls the fact that once while 

 crossing on the Thirty-fourth street ferry I saw a bunch 

 of spotted sandpipers drop on the surface of the water, 

 where they were apparently as much at home as the sea- 

 gulls. Although I had never seen this happen before, 

 nor have I seen it since, it was not as surprising to me as 

 was the sight of an elephant which emerged from the 



