into the large pen to rejoin my friends, to bathe in and kill the little naughty 

 This wretch still clung to my back and fleas that always are fond of ostriches, 

 I was very much frightened; I rushed and I have a very nice time with my 

 along by the fence and by the sides of friends in the large pen. Knowing that 

 trees trying vainly to scrape him off. I many thousands of people — perhaps not 

 jumped from side to side and darted those who look at us every day — do not 

 here and there, but he stayed on; at get three meals a day, we all feel very 

 last I rushed into the middle of a crowd contented with our board — oranges, 

 of my friends and bumped so strongly beets, hay and grape skins. When I 

 against a sister that the boy fell off. Of read of my grandfathers and grand- 

 course we all ran away from the little mothers in Africa being chased by wild 

 beast. animals and wild Arabs and British 

 I am told this kind of thing is to sportsmen, I feel very glad that I am 

 happen every four months the rest of a young Ostrich, a native son of Cali- 

 my life. That is my only sorrow, fornia, living in a christian land and 

 otherwise I am pretty well fixed; I have living well, 

 plenty of food to eat, nice pools of water E. H. Rydall. 



CALIFORNIA POPPIES 



"Cups of gold," the Spaniard called them. 

 As he sought for treasures old, 



He beheld their living splendor, 

 At his feet, like shining gold. 



"Cloth of gold," the field they bloom in : 



And the mantle Raleigh lay 

 In his Queen's path, gold-embroidered. 



Never equalled their array ! 



"El Dorado! El Dorado!" 



Cries the heart as we behold, 

 Rich with store of hidden treasure. 



These uplifted cups of gold! 



Winged minstrels of the summer. 



Idle vagrants of a day. — 

 Share and welcome, foe and lover, 



Nature turns no guest away! 



— Ella F. Mosby. 



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