

THE AXES WERE PLIED, ONE ON EACH SIDE OF THE TREE. 
dogs and ‘possum were writhing in the 
liveliest kind of fashion. They were final- 
ly extricated—all somewhat chewed up, 
but none seriously hurt, except the ‘pos- 
sum, which was dead. 
Now for another one. And in a remark- 
ably short time the dogs had him treed 
up a white-oak, a large straight tree, the 
first branches 20 feet from the ground. 
“Can’t clim’ dat tree,” remarked Creed, 
as he looked up at its lofty height. 
Taking a “light-wood” torch he tried 

