THE MYSTERY OF THE BLUE GOOSE 





peeping over the top of a large boulder 

 saw seated upon an inaccessible crag 

 directly in front of me a gigantic figure 

 of a man clad in a hunter's garb, and 

 he was smoking a long cigar. 



When I thought of Big Pete's de- 

 scription of how the Wild Hunter was 

 wont tu sit with his long legs dangling 

 from some rock while he smoked one of 

 those unprocurable cigars, and when I 

 realized that the figure before me was 

 full sixty feet tall, I must confess to 

 experiencing a queer sensation. 



It waj a shadowy figure, yet it moved, 

 arose, held out one hand and a bird as 

 large as the fabled roc alighted on the 

 wrist of the outstretched hand. 



A slight breeze sprang up, the white 



mists from the valley rolled up the 

 mountain side and drifted away, and 

 the man and the; bird disappeared from 



view. 



It was long after dark when I reached 



camp and was greeted by my friend and 

 guide with "(iol durn your picter ten- 

 derfoot! if it hain't tuk you longer to 

 get a pesky mess of yaller fish than it 

 orter to kill a bar." 



"Little wonder," thought T, "that the 

 Wild Hunter used golden bullets in a 

 land where even the fish's scales are of 

 the same precious metal ;" but I said 

 nothing as I sat down to clean my "yal- 

 ler" trout. 



{To be continued.) 



THE IMMUNE 



By JOHN JORDAN DOUGLAS 



W'en ole Br'er Noer, on de water, 



La'nched his a'k uv go-fur wood, 

 An' ev'yt'ing wuz sorter 



Fin'in' out des whar dey stood, 

 Dere.wuz er creetur dat wan't wurried 



By de water's swush an' swish, 

 An' he nevah ev'n hurried — 



An' he wan't no flyin'-fish ; 



An' he wan't des lak de yuthers 



W'at didn't 'fess 'ligun while dey could, 

 Wid dey sisters an' dey bruthers 



An' de HT boy dat \\z good ; 

 Was, w'en de soonah an' de sinner 



All got drounded in de Flood, 

 Dere wuz wun dat cum out winner — 



Ole Br'er Turkle tuck de mud. 



