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THE MOUNTAIN MUSEUM. 
point, and wherever we went its eyes followed us* 
as the motionless eyes of a good portrait will 
always seem to follow one about. There was not 
a single view in which he did not look as alive' 
as a live dog can when he does not stir. This 
dog alone is enough to prove Mrs. Maxwell’s 
claim to be called an artist. 
“ In the opposite corner was a huge bison, head 
down, forefeet planted wide apart and at a slant, 
eyes viciously glaring at the door— as distinct a 
charge as ever bison made. Next to him, on a 
high perch, was a huge eagle, flying with out- 
stretched wings, carrying in his claws the limp 
body of a lamb. High above them a row of 
unblinking owls, labelled 
“ ( The Night Watch. 5 
In a cage on the floor were two tiny young owls, 
so gray and fluffy they looked like little more 
than owls’ heads fastened on feather pincushions. 
Mrs. Maxwell opened the cage and let them out 
One of them flew instantly up to its companions 
on the shelf, perched itself solemnly in the row, 
and sat there motionless, except for now and 
then lolling its head to right or left. The effect 
of this on the expression of the whole row of 
stuffed owls was something indescribable. It 
would have surprised nobody at any minute if one 
and all they had begun to loll their heads. 
