LOUCHEAUX WINTER CAMP. 



bankers, from scientific sources, institutions 

 of learning and the United States Govern- 

 ment. Above all, call on the Hon. C. C. 

 Chipman, Winnipeg, and arrange with him 

 for your journey. He will manage the im- 

 portant details for you, and give you letters 

 which will be an open sesame for you. 



I made a few meteorological observa- 

 tions. I saw several brilliant auroral dis- 

 plays, in which the phenomena varied 

 somewhat, though the arc always ex- 

 tended Northwest to Southeast. The 

 colder the weather the more distinct the 

 display. 



From the head of the delta I saw 2 per- 

 fect mirages; the first at a temperature 

 ■of 22 degrees, the other at 42 degrees. 

 The latter showed the delta and a view of 

 the Red river country 40 miles distant. 



The coldest weather registered was 6S l A 



degrees, though 60 degrees is rare. Ninety 

 degrees was once reached in July. 



Thursday, January 26th, 1899, tne tem- 

 perature was 40 degrees below zero, with 

 light wind from East-southeast, sky almost 

 clear, slightly streaked near horizon. About 

 3 p. m. the moon gave an exhibition 

 strangely interesting. It was almost due 

 North, full, and about 4 degrees above the 

 horizon. For some time it assumed peculiar 

 and unshapely outlines, at one time repre- 

 senting a circular saw, with dull, broken 

 and uneven teeth ; at another an old-fash- 

 ioned copper kettle, with rounded sides, a 

 lid, slightly oval on top, with a ring or but- 

 ton in the center for lifting ; then the "Yel- 

 low Kid" was almost perfectly portrayed ; 

 then the outlines of a human head, profile, 

 and other shapes were assumed, gradually 

 changing from one form to another 

 throughout a space of 60 or 70 minutes. 



GRANDADDY'S SUBSCRIPTION. 



H. J. WATTS. 



Tim! what's that air book you've got, with 



,red an' yeller cover? 

 Jest hand it here an' git my specs an' 



don't be all day, nuther. 

 I persume it's some old novel, "Grizzly 



Pete," er "Sure Shot Jim." 

 If it is, by gosh, I'll whale yeou, fer I've 



told yeou time an' agin 

 Not to read them pesky stories. Hain't 



yeou found them specs yet, Jim? 

 Yeou're the all-fired slowest mortal thar 



is around this town. 

 Found 'em, have ye? Take that chair 



thar; do yeou hear me? Now set 



deown. 



Ahem! what's this? R-E-C-Recreation! 



Gosh, what's that? 

 Fer the rheumatiz, I reckon, er to make 



lean folks git fat. 

 Wal, I swan! A book on huntin'. Gee! 



them picters thar is fine! 

 Thar, that feller's been a fishin'. What's 



this? "Your place is with the swine." 



Tim, come here. Now what does that 

 mean? I see. callin' him to time. 



Here's another; Look at thet one! See 

 thet pile of dead birds thar! 



Does beat all thar's some folks don't know 

 when they've got their share. 



There now, thar's a picter! What a 



forest! See them deer? 

 Makes me think of when I hunted, long 



ago;, 'bout '60 year. 

 Lots of game in them days, b'ar an' deer 



an' catamount. 

 Done our shootin' with a rifle; bullet 



weighed darn nigh an ounce. 

 Could I shoot? Well, I should snicker! 



Hand as stidy as a rock. 

 Uster cut a squirrel's head off far's from 



here to that corn shock. 

 Hark! now; there's your mother callin'. 



Put your book up on the shelf, 

 Better send a year's subscription. Like to 



look 'em through myself. 



