A FLORIDA KID ON A CAMP HUNT. 



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Mr. Sam wuz gone, an' they wuz a bunch 

 uv poterges right in camp a pickin' 'round 

 where we fed th' horse. They wuz so 

 purty we never bothered 'em, but they run 

 off when they seen us. 



It wuz gittin' to'rds sundown, an' every 

 few minutes we'd hear a gun go er-o-o-o-m 

 off in th' hammock, an' we knowed Uncle 

 Dick an' Mr. Sam wuz gittin' us a mess 

 uv somethin', so we baked a skillet uv 

 biskits an' buried some pertaters in th' 

 ashes. A little after dark Uncle Dick an 

 Mr. Sam come in with a mess uv squir'ls 

 all ready cleaned. Mr. Sam rolled 'em in 

 batter an' throwed 'em in th' fry pan, an' 

 in less 'en a short time we wuz a settin' 

 down to hit. 



I sailed inter th' squir'ls an' et till pa 

 sez, "stop, son, fer pity sake; you'll kill 

 yoreseff." But look like th' more I et th' 

 better they tasted. 



That night, as we laid 'round th' fire, 

 we hearn th' panters holler ag'in, off in 

 th' swamp, an' pa sez, "I reckon we'll have 

 ter take a day off purty soon an' see 'f we 

 kaint run them varmints down an' git a 

 shot at 'em." Uncle Dick sez they had 

 roosted a bunch uv turkeys in th' aidge uv 

 th' hammock, an me 'n him 'ud git up 

 'fore sun in th' mornin' an' kill a couple. 

 They got ter tellin' varmint tales then an' 

 some uv 'em wuz plum scary, an' I went 

 ter bed with shivers runnin' down my 

 back. 



A 4-LEGGED HORSE THIEF. 



I send you herewith a photo of a moun- 

 tain lion shot in these mountains last fall 

 by a settler living here. The lion jumped 

 the settler's colt, 3 davs old. The man 

 fought him off until the colt died. The 

 next morning at daylight the settler laid 

 for the brute and when he returned to 

 feast on the body of the colt the settler 

 sent 2 rifle balls through him,. The lion 

 was. 6 feet long. 



Capt. F. L. Clarke, Fredalba, Cal. 



"Yes, ma'am," says the saleslady; "this 

 is the new game of ping-pong-let." 



"But it is so little," objects the custom- 

 er. "It looks like a toy." 



"It is quite popular," declares the sales- 

 lady. "It is a miniature of the other game, 

 and is especially designed to be played in a 

 flat." — Exchange. 



Said Mr. Goodson to his pretty niece, 

 "Do you work for the poor?" 



"Indeed I do !" she replied. "I go to 

 every charity ball there is." — Exchange. 



Farmer Scudder — I s'pose them New 

 Yorkers are a purty frisky lot o' sports? 



Farmer Selleck (just back) — Frisky? 

 Well, say ! I didn't get back to my hotel 

 one night till arter 9 o'clock, an' they 

 hadn't got th' doors locked then. — Judge. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY CAPT. P. L. CLARKE. 



PLEASED TO MEET YOU. 



