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RECREATION. 



watcher, wearied by a hard day's work, 

 dropped to sleep, and Jones wandered 

 out into the storm. By the time he 

 was missed the falling snow had covered 

 all tracks. All night, and for several 

 succeeding days, the forty men searched 

 the woods but could find no trace, and 

 at last gave up in despair. Clark & 

 Robinson, owners of the outfit, offered 

 one hundred dollars reward for the man 

 or his bodynf dead, and so the matter 

 rested. Early in the spring, John Sey- 

 mour found the frozen body under a 

 pile of drift wood in a shallow stream 

 whose rapid current prevented its freez- 

 ing over. Making a rude sled, he 

 wrapped the body in his only blanket, 

 tied with thongs of deer hide, and with 



infinite labor, dragging the burden 

 twenty miles to the settlement, collected 

 the one hundred dollars reward. 



A cTowd of idlers followed him, ex- 

 pecting free drinks and a jollification, 

 but pushing his way through them, John 

 Seymour strode to the house of his old 

 enemy, Archie McLeod, where Mrs. 

 Jones was living. He pushed open the 

 door without a knock, and stood regard- 

 ing Mrs. Jones and the baby in her arms, 

 then throwing the roll of money into 

 her lap, he turned and went back to his 

 traps. 



Here Sebat leaned over for a coal to 

 light his pipe. Then, as the smoke rose 

 in clouds, added between his teeth, 

 " John,Seymour heap good man." 



"ES 1ST DAS GLUCK EIN FLUCHTIG DING. 



(Adapted from the German of Giebel.) 



Dr. E. L. Tiffany. 



The elf called Luck is a fickle elf, 



From beginning of days 'twas so; 

 And were you to chase 'round the world for pelf, 



You never could catch him, I know. 



Then care-free spin on your whirling wheels, 



All the wide world over, 

 .For whether you rest in the roadside grass, 



Or lie in fields of clover, 



He'll dodge the fellow who lazily rides 



In chariot, drag, or trap, 

 And out of the noontide heavens' blue, 



Will drop his gift in your lap. 



Then fill your glass to this elf called Luck, 



Fill it, fill it to the brim; 

 Drink, too, a health to the wheelman bold, 



And the girl that loveth him. 



