SKUNK KITTENS. I 5 I 
“ Buckshot, and No. 7.” 
“ No. 7 will bring them, and won’t tear them, 
either.” 
As the report died away, he stepped forward 
and picked up a couple of specimens no more 
offensive than two rabbits, remarking, as he pro- 
ceeded to remove all possibilities of the animals’ 
making themselves obnoxious in future, 
“I think that job was done up pretty neatly, 
Mrs. Maxwell. Hunting skunks isn’t such bad 
sport, after all, if you manage it right and are a 
sure shot.” 
Her other three specimens had a more disa- 
greeable history; but we drop the curtain of 
silence over their capture. One was a beautiful 
male, and the other two pretty little spotted crea- 
tures were a pair of a different variety. 
f FTER this trip of three or four weeks upon the 
plains, in which were secured a great num- 
ber of birds and mammals besides those already 
mentioned, they made several excursions into 
the mountains, for minerals and specimens of 
animals which frequent high altitudes. “ Siredon ” 
was the word that allured them to the banks of 
a lovely little sheet of water, called Gold Lake, 
far up among the heights. Its depths were crys- 
tal clear, very cold, and peopled with speckled 
