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elk, and there were numerous beds all 

 around where they had been lying. At that 

 season elk will usually be found in bunches 

 of 15 to 30 head; cows and calves, with a 

 few 16 month old bulls and one big bull. 

 There are some great fights, the winner 

 always keeping the other old bulls out of 

 the bunch. He also keeps the cows in a 

 close bunch so they are easier to guard and 

 to prevent from straying. Sometimes he 

 has 3 or 4 bulls to guard against. They keep 

 him on the go all the time. September 1st 

 finds him a fat, sleek, beautiful animal. 

 October 15th his fat has all disappeared, 

 his horns are more or less broken and he 

 is scratched all over from fighting, but as 

 a general thing not enough to mar his 

 beauty for a trophy. The flesh of the bull 



elk, unlike that of most other male ani- 

 mals, is not strong at that season. About 

 October 15th the bulls begin to leave the 

 cows again and to get off in small bunches 

 by themselves. When the first snows 

 come, which may be about October 1st, 

 the elk begin to work down toward their 

 winter range ; also to congregate into large 

 bunches which in this country by the time 

 they reach the lower foothills, about De- 

 cember 1st, may number thousands in a 

 single band. The bulls usually come down 

 in advance of the cows, but nearly always 

 by themselves. It is sometimes possible 

 to see 50 old bulls together. When the elk 

 get in their winter quarters they divide into 

 smaller bunches and scatter over the range. 



DE HUNTAH'S JUBILEE. 



FRED W. GOSHORN. 



De 'possum time am creepin', creepin' 



ni'er ; 

 De pop-paws turnin' yaller on de tree ; 

 I' se haulm' in de wood fer wintah's fire 

 An' 'parin' fer de ol' man's jubilee. 



O de rabbit an' de squirr'l, 



Am a-fat'nin' up fer me ! 



An' de's nothin' in dis worl' 



Lek' de huntah's jubilee! 



De summah long I'se sot dere on de bank, 

 De same place, mine you, whar de young 



'ons pull 

 De fishes by de score, but nary yank 

 Fer me wo'th menchnin' ; so I'se got my 

 full. 



O de rabbit an' de squirr'l, 



Am a-fat'nin' up fer me ! 



An' de's nothin' in dis worl' 



Lek' de huntah's jubilee! 



De summah long dat dawg, de bes' you 



seen, 

 Bin fightin' ob de flies an pesky fleas ; 

 But now, sah, he's a-gwine ter hunt me 



lean, 

 Kase he know how de of man's heart ter 

 please. 

 O de rabbit an' de squirr'l, 

 Am a-fat'nin' up fer me ! 

 An' de's nothin' in dis worl' 

 Lek' de huntah's jubilee! 



I wondah why de fros' don't hurry 'long? 

 Et look ter me lek' time ter cut de cohn? 

 I'se gwine ter git my senses mixed up wrong 

 Ef time don't trabel fastah, sho's you 

 bohn ! 



No ! de's nothin' in dis worl' 



Dat's a-satisfyin' me, 



Lek' de rabbit an' de squirr'l 



An' de huntah's jubilee! 



The following obituary recently appeared 

 in a Missouri paper : 



"John Anderson, we are sory to say, has 

 decesed. He departed this last Munday, 

 he went fourth without a strugel and such 

 is life. He kept the grocer store at the 

 Corners and his wife will still keep it. His 

 virtues was numerus and his wife inherits 

 them. We are happy to stait that he never 

 chewed and was always a honorble man 

 and his wife is also. His wife will keep the 

 store jest like he did and will be pleased to 

 see old customers at eny time." — Chicago 

 Record-Herald. 



