RECREATION. 



XXXIX 



>|JB^ Touring Cars 



Endurance 

 and Power 



are the keynotes to Rambler superiority. The 



Rambler won the celebrated Endurance Test 



in 1903. It won the Minneapolis Annual Hill 



Climbing Contest for the second time, on 



June 11th— 2,680 ft., 10$ grade in lm. 7 3-5s. 



Model "L," here illustrated, has 16 actual 



horse power — 84 in. wheel base — 30 in. tires. 



Sold complete with canopy top, beveled plate 



glass swinging front, four 



lamps and tube horn, $1,350. 



"Write for Rambler Catalogue; 

 it explains why the Rambler is 

 superior, and gives the positive 

 proof of its undeniable excellence. 



Thos. B. Jetffery (8b Co. 

 Kenosha,Wis.i U* S. A. 



Chicago Branch, 300 "Wabash Av. 

 Boston Branch 145 Columbus Av. 



Model 



$1,350 



The car of the present 



The chariot of the past 





THE COON AND THE PUPPY. 



W. H. NELSON. 



It was Indian summer. I was the 

 proud owner of a big, rollicking New- 

 foundland puppy, just full grown and as 

 limber and full of fun as a boy. He had 

 never hunted anything except bones and 

 mischief, and I wanted to see if he cculd 

 be taught the mysteries of that chief de- 

 light of the farmer's boy, hunting coons. 



The moon, somewhat past her first quar- 

 ter, shone dimly through the smoky haze, 

 lighting the woods in a ghostly way, which 

 made a moving object of every stump. 

 My companion, John Martin, possessed 

 the hunter's instinct of location. He was 

 as sure of his bearings in midnight dark- 

 ness, in a strange wood, as in the narrow 

 limits of his bedroom. He could climb 

 an oak 3 feet in diameter and 40 feet to 

 the first limb as safely and almost as 

 nimbly as a bear. He could shoot a rifle 

 like a Boone ; could fiddle to beat the 

 band, and could lie worse than Munch- 

 ausen. 



John owned a coon dog, Nero, old, but 

 proud. The dogs soon left us, , and for a 

 while we stalked along listening for Nero's 

 tongue. Suddenly we came plump on Ma- 

 jor, the puppy, sitting silent under a dog- 

 wood and gazing up into the branches as if 

 watching something. John paused to ex- 

 amine the tree, while I insisted that the 

 puppy didn't know enough to tree a coon, 



and urged my companion to come on. 

 Peering up among the branches, using the 

 moon as a background, John presently an- 

 nounced a 'possum, and proceeded to 

 climb for him, just to see what Major 

 would do with him. Major sat perfect!^ 

 still, watching intently, while John ad- 

 vanced toward the snarling object. It 

 proved to be a coon. One tremendous 

 shake of the. limb and down came old 

 Zip, almost under Major's nose. The dog 

 had been taught to catch chickens for the 

 cook without biting them, and , to hold 

 them with his paws till relieved by the 

 cook. This he did with the coon, but not 

 long. A short yelp, and, puppylike, he 

 changed ends, sitting down on his game. 

 This did not work satisfactorily either, for 

 the dog. The coon nailed him and he 

 jumped at least 2 feet high. When he 

 came down he knew what to do. One 

 rush, one crunch of those powerful jaws, 

 one smothered squeal from the victim, the 

 muffled snapping of bones and the coon 

 had paid that penalty which waits alike 

 the human debtor and his brute victim. 



There was a fair maid from Decatur, 

 Who was known as a red-hot potatur, 



To the jungles she went 



On mission work bent. 

 Where a dozen fat savages atur! 



—Mount Morris (111.) Index. 



