which they get abundant food, and they 

 were never seen far from running water 

 or hills." 



"They showed much sympathy when a 

 comrade was wounded, lingering with the 

 hurt one at the risk of their lives ; they 

 lingered with our laden donkeys one day 

 on the march." These Zebras are some- 

 times found at an elevation of two or 

 three thousand feet. 



There is a variety of opinion in 

 regard to the possibility of taming 

 the Zebra. Undoubtedly many in- 

 competent persons have made the 

 attempt and failed. It is claimed 

 that others have succeeded. There is a 

 record that a couple of beautiful animals 

 in England could be harnessed to a light 

 carriage and used like horses. On the 

 other hand, there is told the story of a 

 rich settler in Cape Colony who had 

 reared several Zebras. He had perfect 



confidence in their docility and he thought 

 one day that he would have them har- 

 nessed to his carriage. This he did, tak- 

 ing the reins himself. The details of the 

 ride are lost to posterity, but in a very 

 short time the gentleman found himself 

 in their stable together with the remnants 

 of his carriage. This so discouraged his 

 friends and neighbors that they unani- 

 mously declared the Zebra to be untam- 

 able and they made no further attempt. 



"All who have seen Zebras in their na- 

 tive haunts, speak of the beautiful ap- 

 pearance presented by a drove, as they 

 stand for a moment to gaze at the hun- 

 ter, and then wheel round to seek safety 

 in flight. It has been stated that, when 

 standing on sandy ground in full moon- 

 light, a Zebra harmonizes so exactly with 

 tne color of its surroundings as to be quite 

 invisible at a short distance." 



John Ainslee. 



ASPIRATION. 



Oh, for a soul that fulfils 



Music like that of a bird! 

 Thrilling with rapture the hills, 



Heedless if any have heard. 



Or, like the flower that blooms 



Lone in the midst of the trees, 

 Filling the world with perfume, 



Careless if anyone sees. 



Or, like the wandering wind, 



Over the meadow that swings, 

 Bringing wild sweets to mankind, 



Knowing not that which it brings. 



Oh, for a way to impart 



Beauty, no matter how hard! 

 Like unto nature, whose art 



Never once dreams of reward. 



— Madison Cawein, in Lippincott's Magazine. 



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