XXvi RECREATION. 
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WILD ANIMALS THAT REFUSE TO 
ASSOCIATE WITH ME. 
ARTHUR GUITERMAN, 
In New York Times. 
The Sentimental Panther met the Melan- 
choly Lynx 
In the mallows by the shallows where the 
Fawn at evening drinks. 
Each was chewing on a Rabbit— 
*Twas an absentminded habit, 
For they’re Brothers in the forest, from the 
Mooses to the Minks. 
Quoth the Panther, “Lucivee, 
How they libel you and me 
With their pictures and their strictures on 
our ‘predatory’ lives! 
Why! they even call us cruel! 
Though we dine on water gruel 
And we gambol and we ramble with our 
babies and our wives.” 
Sighed the Lynx, “I fear you’re right. 
Oh, they’re dreadful impolite! 
For they hint of blots of carnage on our 
stainless pantry shelves! 
Come and join me in my den 
With your pad and fountain pen; 
For I’m sure they'll love us better when 
we've told about ourselves.” 
The Philanthropic Weasel and the Consci- 
entious Fox 
Bent in unremitting sorrow in a cavern in 
the rocks 
O’er a wishbone and a bill 
That were left them in the will 
Of a friend—a lovely Rooster who had 
died—of chickenpox. 
f.nd the Weasel dropped a tear 
As he murmured, “Reynard, dear, 
How these Humans misinterpret all your 
motives pure and sweet!” 
Sobbed the Fox, ‘That wicked slander 
In the Matter of the Gander! 
Who the Dickens wants their chickens !— 
with such loads of grass to eat!” 
Now a Phonographic Marvel with a most 
convincing style 
Overheard the Guileless Credtures, and he 
made it worth his while, 
For he printed all they said; 
And a Soulful Public read, 
And it wailed, “The Beasts are Angels and 
our Kind alone is vile!” 
But the Guide on Wolver’s Run 
Naughty! naughty!—owns a gun! 
Conned these fancies and romances till he 
chuckled, lost in sin, 
“Well, this may be mighty pretty 
Fer old ladies in the City, 
But I wonder where in thunder does the 
species ‘MAN’ come in?” 

We have here ducks, reed birds, English 
snipe, etc., in their seasons, 
Mrs. A. Creelman, Essington, Pa. 
SKOOKUM SALMON. 
An amusing incident happened during 
the early days, at an important ferrying 
place on Rogue river, in Oregon. 
Pioneers and prospectors with their out- 
fits were put across by Indians in their 
canoes, the saddle and pack animals being 
forced to swim. 
Few Indians at that time possessed or 
understood firearms. On one occasion an 
extremely green young buck was making 
his first ferry. His passenger, a prospector, 
sat at the opposite end of the canoe, his 
pele lying on the luggage piled between 
them. 
At that ferry the river is deep, and the 
water so clear that the stony bottom may 
be distinctly seen. Glancing down, when 
the canoe was about the middle of the 
stream, the Indian saw an enormous sal- 
mon just beneath them. Shouting “Ugh! 
Skookum salmon!” he snatched the carbine, 
shoved it into the water and fired. There 
was no opportunity to ascertain the damage 
done the fish, for the contents of the canoe 
were immediately distributed over the ford. 
With the help of other ferriers, the miner 
and nearly all of his effects were rescued; 
but the Indian must have swum down to 
the shallows half a mile below, and crawled 
out on the rocks. 
Some time later he reappeared on the 
opposite cliff, dejected and dripping, a great 
gash showing across one cheek. When 
hailed he cast a terrified glance toward the 
ferry, and with a loud “Ugh!” set off at a 
swinging trot up the trail. The startling 
experience must have inspired him with a 
wholesome awe for civilized appliances, as 
he was never again seen or heard of in that 
locality. 
(Miss) M. L. Sutton, Coburg, Ore. 

Two candidates for office were stumping 
the State, and in one town their appearance 
was almost simultaneous. The candidate 
last arriving stopped at a house for a drink 
of water. To the little girl who gave him 
the desired draught he offered in recom- 
pense some candy, and said, 
“Did the man ahead of me give you any- 
thing?” 
“Oh, yes, sir,” she replied, “he gave me 
candy.” 
“Ah!” exclaimed the candidate, “here’s 
5 cents for you. I don’t suppose he gave 
you any money?” 
“Yes, he did. He gave me 10 cents!” 
Not to be outdone, the candidate gave the 
little one another nickel, and, picking her 
up in his arms, kissed her. 
“Did he kiss you, too?” he asked, gen- 
ially. . 
“Indeed he did, sir!” she responded ; “and 
he kissed ma, too!”—Collier’s Weekly. 

I have a pack of well trained hounds and 
I enjoy catching a bob cat or coon as much 
as killing a deer. We also catch a wolf 
once in a while. 
Tom Coleman, Rosenberg, Tex. 
