A MYSTERY OF THE TE10NS. 





"ED., DOES ELKS EVER FLY?" 



but he had the blues so bad for the mile of it but what something in- 

 next two days, that he saddled up, duced me to look again tor the 

 pulled out and left me. carcass of that elk' I killed, and 

 I have killed a great many elk and try to solve the mystery of how 

 bear in the vicinity of that park since the old giant ever left that park with- 

 '83, and I have never been within a out making tracks or other signs. 



THE SPORTSMAN'S SONG. 



L. E. HOLMES, M. D. 



What time the wild bird's flight is north, 



When the blue-bells dot the hills, 

 I'll rise from cares and hie me forth 

 To sport among the brooks and rills; 

 The tempting fly 

 Will catch the eye 

 Of spotted fin on rippling rills; 

 No ding-dong cares will there be nigh, 

 No weary brain, no grief-born sigh, 

 With sport among the rifts and rills- 

 Sport among, sport among, sport among 

 The rifts and rills. 



When clover casts away its bloom, 



And fawns are old enough to run; 

 When frost comes with the early gloom, 

 And fox's coat is deeply dun, 

 My trusty gun 

 Will bring me fun. 

 My loyal dog shall come with me 

 Among the brake and in the brush, 

 And never break at lark or thrush; 

 But sport with me in joyous glee — 

 Sport with me, sport with me, sport with me 

 In joyous glee. 



When snow comes down in feathered fla 

 And grouse creep into sheltered no 



When ice doth cover stream and la!. 

 At home again to toil and books, 

 To books and friends 

 We'll make amends; 



With wife and babes at even-time, 

 And cheery ale of hue like cream, 

 And songs of sports by mount and stream, 



We'll have a merry, happy time 



We'll have a happy, happy, happy time. 



