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RECREATION. 



could scarcely rise. Nothing daunted, 

 the other 2 dogs kept right at the lion, 

 and Jack caught hold of him. The 

 lion gathered the dog up with both 

 fore paws, hugged him close, and in 

 attempting to claw the dog with his 

 hind feet lost his balance. Both lion 

 and dog came tumbling down the 

 steep mountain side, all the time com- 

 ing nearer the herder, who by that 

 time reached them and sent another 

 bullet through the lion's brain before 

 it released the dog. That bullet ter- 

 minated the lion's earthly career. 



The first shot struck high in the 

 shoulders and passed entirely through 

 the animal. The third dog, Marcus, 



being younger and more timid about 

 taking hold, escaped unhurt. The 

 other 2 entirely recovered after a few 

 days' stiffness, and all are doing good 

 service again. Their escape was prob- 

 ably due to the lion's being wounded 

 through the shoulders, as a dog does 

 not usually last long in an encounter 

 with a sound lion. 



This specimen of puma, or cougar, 

 often called panther, painter, or cata- 

 mount, but more scientifically speak- 

 ing, Felts concolor, measured 7 feet 2 

 inches from tip of nose to tip of tail. 

 The fur was in excellent condition 

 and of typical color. 



UNCLE REMUS' POSSUM. 



A. L. VERMILYA. 



Yes, dey sholy am a possum in dat tree- Wen de win' go sof'ly sighin' t'rough de 



top, co'n fiel's, 



I kin hear 'im sneakin' roun' among de An de mellow autumn days am glidin' 



leaves; by, 



An' ole Ponto's barkin' fit to bust 'is giz- Den I can't help huntin' arter dese here 



zard, 

 Which is talk dat dis here mortal always 



b'lieves. 

 All de signs am des perzackly wid dis 



nigger, 

 An' de win' blow South by Wes' across 



de swales; 

 So I know dey's somethin' good ag'wine 



to happen, 

 For de luck of Uncle Remus nebber 



fails. 



Yo' may talk erbout yo' chicken an' yo' 

 tuhkey, 

 Yo' quail er rabbit bilin' in de pot, 

 But dey ain't no meat des ekal to er 

 'possum, 

 An' I know, bekase I's et er pow'ful 



Wen de°win' go soflv sighin' t'rough de For X know de y am a >ssum in dat tree 



table, Tjr to P' 



'Mong de yellow hoe cakes off de shinin' Kase ae signs am sholy all ap'intin 



hearth. f n ght; 



An' yo' mouth begin to water, yo'll be An' de waitin' pickaninies' eyes will 



thinkin' glisten 



He's de bes' an' sweetes' mossel on Je Wen dey see de ol' man comin' home 



earth. to-night. 



critters, 

 Not de leas'es' bit, no matter how I 

 try. 

 Now I won'er how I'll git dat pesky 

 varmint? 

 (Wish to goodness I was younger, so 

 I do!) 

 An' I won'er if he good an' fat an' juicy. 

 An' big ernuff to make er Sunday stew? 



But dey aint' no use er all dis speckilationj 

 Jawin' never shortened up de longes' 

 walk; 

 So I'll shed my boots, an' do er little 

 climbin' 

 Wich is better dan er mile er so ob 

 talk; 



