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RECREATION. 



fallen and found him to be a 3 year old bull, 

 majestic even in death. A plum center hole 

 between the horns told the story and after 

 a laborious half hour's work we had him 

 dressed. Flagging him with a handkerchief 

 and some empty shells, against coyotes, we 

 took up the trail of Fred's elk. He went 

 straight down the Eastern slope, but on 

 seeing the cabin had doubled back into the 

 timber and was probably there. At that 

 point I broke a snowshoe, so suggested that 

 Fred follow and finish the elk while" I 

 should go in and prepare supper. The old 

 boy was worn out, however, with the chase 

 and excitement, so we exchanged shoes and 

 I again took up the crimson trail. 



Going a short distance in the timber I 

 suddenly saw a big brown body disappear 

 over a small eminence and then knew it 

 would not be long before there would be 

 something doing between Sir Elk and me. 

 In 10 minutes I came up to him. He was 

 down and unable to rise, though he made 

 frantic efforts to do so. He seemed broken 

 in body but not in spirit, for an angry 

 shaking of his huge antlers and a threaten- 



ing expression in his big brown eyes, 

 warned me that were he able to get up I 

 would be safer in a tree. I pitied him, and 

 though I hate to hit a fellow when he's 

 down, I sent a bullet into his breast. The 

 proud head sank lower and lower until it 

 rested on the snow, and his sufferings were 

 over. Fred had shot off his right hind leg 

 at the second joint. The animal had trav- 

 eled a mile on 3 legs. He was an old timer 

 and bore scars of many a battle. 



When I got to the cabin the frying pan 

 was hot and it was not long before some 

 juicy elk steaks were sizzling. merrily in the 

 hot grease and our supper of steak and hot 

 biscuits was ready. We were proud of the 

 achievement of killing an elk at 475 yards, 

 and wounding another on a dead run at 

 250 yards. 



We had lots of exciting sport that winter, 

 hunting elk, deer, mountain lions and 

 lynxes, but that first day's sport was the 

 best. When spring arrived we went down 

 to civilization again, thoroughly satisfied 

 with the winter spent in the snow 125 miles 

 from a railroad. 



SADIE. 



SARA B. BUTLER. 



A preacher's daughter, Sadie was, 

 A model little lady; 

 No naughty word was ever known 

 To soil the lips of Sadie. 



A Christmas tree stood tall and straight, 

 With seven dolls around it, 

 And Sadie with a little shriek 

 Had just that minute found it. 



She viewed the babies one by one, 

 With loving pats and kisses, 

 And when her darlings next she sees, 

 Not one of them she misses. 



In meantime mamma did a thing — 

 A wise thing mamma thought it — 

 She kidnapped just one baby sweet, 

 And thought no more about it. 



She reasoned, seven dolls at once, 

 Too many for wee Sadie ; 

 The one she pilfered from the lot 

 Would do for next year's baby. 



Well, Sadie, when next Christmas came, 

 Was wonderfully delighted, 

 For Santa Claus had come again 

 With dollies, which she sighted. 



She uttered sweetest words of praise, 

 For ev'ry single youngster, 

 Till coming to the last year's child 

 She viewed it o'er with wonder. 



Then, hard she scratched her curly head, 

 As if from doubt to free it. 

 "I've seen that face before," she said, 

 "Where the devil did I see it?" 



Society Girl (to class in the slums) : 

 Then, children, I can expect you all at my 

 home, 22,401 Fifth avenue, for a little par- 

 ty next Saturday? Don't forget the num- 

 ber of the house, 22,401 Fifth avenue. 



Little Slumlet: Front or rear, teacher? 



— Exchange. 



