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•aquatic ILiiz 



pleted the ensemble. 



One morning I was startled to hear a 

 shout from my little son, "Mother ! Come 

 see the funny little things in the water. 

 They look like fish." And, sure enough, 

 there were hundreds of baby goldfish. 

 Let me say, for the benefit of the inex- 

 perienced, that I had never before seen 

 a young goldfish. In planning the life 

 for the pond I had endeavored to repro- 

 duce natural conditions. The result was 

 a rank growth of submerged plants, lilies 



other ills and natural enemies, but there 

 is not a sick fish among the hundreds I 

 have at present. The secret is to simulate 

 nature. The same principles have been 

 applied to a larger pool, fifty feet long 

 and four feet wide, constructed when the 

 original pool became too small to handle 

 the number of fishes needed. 



They were looking at the kangaroo at 

 the "zoo," says the Boston Transcript, 

 when an Irishman asked his neighbor in 



The Author's Garden Pool 



and cat-tails, among which the young fish 

 had hidden and found protection. The 

 babies were all of six weeks old, and had 

 subsisted entirely on the foods naturally 

 found in the water. About four hundred 

 were successfully reared. 



That was the beginning of four suc- 

 cessful years. A market was found and 

 the demand now exceeds the supply. But 

 this has not been without ups and downs, 

 for I have battled congestion, fungus and 



the group: "Beg pardon, sor; can you 

 tell me phwat kind of a crature is that?" 



"That," said the man, "is a native of 

 Australia." 



"Good hivins !" exclaimed Pat. "And 

 me sister Julia married wan o' thim." — 

 The Youths' Companion. 



Those who boast that they never take 

 water may find themselves between the 

 devil and the deep sea. 



