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win. Again I quote: “For half an hour 
we rowed slowly along; watching the king- 
fishers retiring for the night to their holes 
in the cliffs.” 
Gone, gone, are the scenes of my child- 
hood! Clifis now tower where once the 
pine-clad slopes upreared their crests to the 
sky! And kingfishers—thieves always— 
have stolen the bank swallows’ nests, and 
rear their young in holes! 
Ah! Bowles, thou makest me sigh. No 
more may I go back to my clammy tide 
flats and rest my eyes on the verdured 
hills; hold forth my arms and cry, “Home 
TA — sill 
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ENEMIES 
I enclose a photograph of 2 ferrets and 
2 common house rats occupying the same 
cage and living happily together. Of course, 
the cage shown in the photograph is not 
their permanent home. They were placed 

RECREATION. 
am I come, and ye do smile a welcome 
sweet to me.” Ah, no! ’Tis all gone. The 
cruel, relentless hand of time hath hewn 
those rolling hills into cliffs, where the 
kingfisher burrows like the mole, and the 
eagle, tired of his craggy home, sleeps im 
the swaying top of the giant fir! The 
tyee, which once ran in the ides of March, 
and the silver salmon, which came only in 
July, now breathe the same water, and to- 
gether, like children in the song, “holler 
down the same rain barrel!’ But why re- 
pine, the world still moves! And Bowles? 
Who can doubt it? He hath spoken. 
AMAT CUR PHOTO BY FRANK E. PONTING 
AT PEACE. 
there to be photographed. They were 
brought up together from young and feed 
from the same troughs. 
Frank E. Ponting, ' 
Malmesbury, England. 

“Jack, dear,” she sighed, “Jack, when 
you are gone I shall pine away.” 
“Don’t,” 
he answered, adding, with an 
uneasy laugh, “don’t pine away; spruce 
up.”—Princeton Tiger, 
