PREHISTORIC CAME TRACKS 



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Hitchcock, and other noted geologians 

 of about that time — they were found in 

 1835 — that they were made by the huge 

 Labyrinthodon of the Jurassic or Tri- 

 assic periods. 



Why geologists are sure they were 

 birds, is, of course, the reason that no 

 bones or fossil remains of animals un- 

 earthed have as yet been discovered 

 that could possibly have made these 

 marks, and taken with that the fact 

 that the bones of birds are so destructi- 

 ble, owing to their hollowness, it seem- 

 ingly proves the quadrupedal qualities 

 of the same. 



Besides the Labyrinthodon there were 

 the Dinosaurs and Odontorinthes, either 

 of which might have been the makers, 

 although the last named was a kind of 

 cross between a bird and reptile, and are 



supposed to have had teeth in their 

 beaks. 



Some of these fossil birds were of 

 gigantic stature — eight feet high, 

 with legs as large as those of 

 an ox, and a head as big as that 

 of a horse. What would a sports- 

 man do if meeting something of this 

 sort now? The chances are he would- 

 n't look for game with quite so much 

 enthusiasm. 



Take it all in all, there is con- 

 siderable interest manifested in these 

 signs of game, even if thousands of 

 years old, and it is a good thing the 

 State took hold of the ground where 

 they are situated to make a reservation, 

 thus preserving these monuments of 

 the past ages for, let us hope, many 

 vears to come. 



A DOGGY DOGGEREL 



By GRACE STONE FIELD 



The fisherman took his rod, 



And the hunter shouldered his gun ; 



And a sad-eyed dog with liver spjts 

 Went with them to see the fun. 



They were clad in breek and shoon 



Of a sporting color and cut, 

 They had all the paraphernalia 



They cou)<l possibly manage, but 



The fisherman fished in vain, 

 Though he angled away all day, 



For he carried his bait in a bottle, you see, 

 And temperance fish were they. 



The hunter was out for birds ; 



"There aren't any birds," he growled ; 

 The sad-eyed dog with liver complaint 



Sat down and dolefully howled. 



But a shabby man, in a ragged coat, 

 And a boy with a bent-pin hook, 



Bagged all the birds in sight, that day, 

 And coaxed the fish from the brook! 



