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RECREATION. 



went around a steep bank on the right, then 

 up through a big open park and into a 

 bunch of timber. 



"There's where he's lying, Cal. You go 

 up that right hand ridge and head him off. 

 I'll follow him. Keep in sight so we can 

 both do some shootin'." 



I climbed the first ridge and was sneak- 

 ing along, keeping Jim in sight. From my 

 elevated position on the ridge I could see 

 the bear's trail lead up to the top of a little 

 mound and stop behind an overhanging 

 ledge of rocks. Jim was within 40 feet of 

 it when I whistled. 



Jim stopped and the great silvery coated 

 old monster raised from his bed, preparing 

 himself for the attack. I dared not shoot 

 as Jim and the bear were in almost a direct 

 line from me. The old grizzly's mane rose 

 and turned the wrong way. His small eyes 

 flashed and sparkled like great black dia- 

 monds. His lower jaw dropped, his long 

 upper lip lowered and projected forward, 

 forming almost a proboscis. Foam and 

 strings of saliva ran from his long, pearly, 

 pointed fangs. His round ears lowered and 

 lay down out of sight in his furry head 

 gear. It took about 6 pulsations of his 



ponderous heart to make this transformation 

 and he was ready. 



Jim coolly raised his old 45-70. I could 

 see the polished ivory bead, the glow of sil- 

 ver along the barrel in the sun's rays ; I 

 could hear the lock click. Then bang ! A 

 roar from the grizzly mingled with the re- 

 port of the rifle and shook the snow from 

 the branches overhead. The grizzly charged, 

 and 2 shots, at almost the same second, took 

 effect. I could not keep out of it longer ! 

 Bang again, 2 more, almost together. The 

 show flew in all directions as the grizzly 

 raised to make his last and fatal lunge. 

 Jim fired again. A great gush of crimson 

 shot forth as the bear fell within 10 feet 

 of where Jim stood. 



The great grizzly bled all the more freely 

 from his over exertions, and as I appeared 

 on the scene several seconds later, all was 

 quiet. Jim stood over the carcass seeking 

 where the shots took effect. A blue cloud 

 of sulphurous smoke ascended heavenward, 

 and the distant echo of our heavy guns was 

 the death dirge of this veteran that had 

 crossed another great divide to a hap- 

 pier valley ho'me where enemies are un- 

 known. 



JUST OVER THE HILL. 



C. 0. WOODMANSEE. 



There's a beautiful valley over the hill, 



In the "Land that's just out of sight," 

 Where the daisies nod to the rising sun, 



And the dewdrops sparkle bright. 

 There's a babbling brook in this pleasant 

 vale 



That sings its gladsome song 

 On its pebbly bed, 'twixt banks of green 



As it merrily dances along. 



There's a glassy pool in this singing brook 



Where deep the shadows lie ; 

 And through the willows that arch o'erhead 



Peep glimpses of azure sky. 



There's a shaded nook in this valley fair 

 Where the spritely fairies play; 



Where the moss lies thick beneath the foot 

 And the sunbeams never stray. 



There are sights and sounds delightful and 

 rare 

 The eye and ear to please; 

 While the fragrant perfume of clover and 

 flower 

 Are borne on the gentle breeze. 



The breezes are soft that blow down the 

 vale 

 As the balmy breath of spring ; 

 And the sun shines mellow on golden 

 grain, 

 And song birds sweetly sing. 



Oh, this magical vale of which I have sung, 



Is but a dream, I know, 

 But I love to visit its peaceful scenes 



As in fancy there I go. 



There is some difference between a horse 

 and an automobile. A horse has life and 

 sometimes one wishes he hadn't quite 

 so much. An automobile is lifeless until 

 you put life into it. A horse gets frightened 

 by an automobile.. You couldn't scare an 

 automobile with a horse to save the sole of 

 your shoe. — Madrid, ia., News. 



