152 Ancient Giants 



He leaves a great trail in his wake 



As rushing forward toward his prey: 



His mighty limbs with ease can break : 



And open wide a passage way. 



His limbs are armed with claws so great, 



His jaws are filled with horrid teeth : 



Alas ! I fear our saurian's fate, 



He's simply dallying with death. 



Our herbivore is armed for flight : 



With paddles strong anr swimming tail, 



He is not built indeed for fight, 



To 'scape by fiood he should not fail. 



For, though the reptiles weigh the same. 



And each span forty feet in length. 



I fear the swimmer'll lose the game, 



The carnivore excells in strength. 



Let him escape beyond his foe. 



Who dare not venture in the flood. 



Toward the deep waters he should go, 



Nor drench his pasture with his blood. 



Too bad ! rush as he may, he cannot escape this 

 fiierce Tiger of the Everglades. So occupied are 

 the great dinosaurs, they do not heed my ap- 

 proach. Lifting anchor I pulled across the 

 stream into the channel made by the trachodon 

 on his way towards shore. The noble lizard see- 

 ing that he could not escape his foe, bravely faces 

 him. As if to hurry the end, he exposes thie most 

 vulnerable part of his body, by rising on his hind 

 limbs. The enemy hurls himself at full length. 



