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[May 29, 1909. 
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Uncle Lisha^s Shop. 
Cife in a Corner of Yankeeland. By Rowland E. 
Robinson. Cloth. 187 pages. Price, $1.25. 
The shop itself, the place of business of Uncle Lisha 
Peggs, bootmaker and repairer, was a sort of sportsman’s 
exchange, where, as one of the fraternity expressed it, 
the hunters and fishermen of the widely scattered neigh¬ 
borhood used to meet of evenings and dull outdoor days 
“to swap lies.” 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
Sam LoveTs Boy. 
By Rowland E. Robinson. Price, $1.25. 
Sam Lov'el’s Boy is the fifth of the series of Danvis 
books. No one has pictured the New Englander with 
so much insight as has ISlr. Robinson. Sam Lovel and 
Huldah are two of the characters of the earlier books 
in the series, and the boy is young Sam, their son, who 
grows up under the tuition of the coterie of friends that 
we know so well, becomes a man just at the time of the 
Civil War, and carries a musket in defense of what he 
believes to be the right. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
Canoe and Boat Building. 
A Complete Manual for Amateurs. Containing plain 
and comprehensive directions for the construction of 
canoes, rowing and sailing boats and hunting craft. By 
W. P. Stephens. Cloth. Seventh and enlarged edition. 
264 pages. Numerous illustrations and fifty plates in 
envelope. Price, $2.00. 
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them. One dam that we saw was at least 150 
yards long, and between four and five feet high. 
It was very irregtdar in shaf)e, as it curved 
about so as to keep the crest on the same level. 
The dam was six or eight feet wide at the base 
and tapered to about one foot at the top. Some 
of the saplings used were six or eight feet long, 
and from two to three inches in diameter, but 
most of the sticks were smaller and shorter. 
After the sticks had been worked in and wedged 
together the beavers had dumped in a lot of 
mud and soil. 
“They carry the mud between their forepaws 
and the body, just as thomomys or similar 
rodents do. Their dams were not curved 
against the stream in the majority of cases, al¬ 
though we did hot see some cases where the 
arch was used to good advantage. It seemed to 
me that the beavers showed their greatest en¬ 
gineering skill not in felling trees and construc¬ 
ting dams, but in the way they dug ditches and 
canals, forming highways for traffic and in the 
way they had of distributing the water so that 
there would be just a little water running over 
the dams all along. If the water had not been 
distributed and had run over in just two or 
three places, it would have washed the dam out 
very soon. 
“We spent considerable time sneaking around 
in the canoe, studying the habits of the beavers 
and trying to get some photographs of them 
in their home life. We succeeded in getting up 
to within 20 feet of one in the canoe one 
evening. He grew suspicious, however, and 
turned back toward the nest. In shifting the 
camera I made a slight movement, and the 
beaver ‘popped’ his tail and disappeared like a 
flash. At another time a beaver was seen 
swimming across the lake. Two of the party 
got into the canoe and followed him cautiously, 
while the third member kept an eye on the 
beaver with the field glasses. The beaver swam 
along the shore until he came to an old log 
that was partially submerged, but stuck out of 
the water about , 15 feet from the shore. Here 
he crawled out on the log and then hunched 
himself up, took a small spruce stick in his fore¬ 
paws and started to nibble the bark off of it. 
The men in the canoe were not more than fifty 
feet away, and watched the performance with a 
great deal of interest. The beaver kept twirling 
the stick over and over in his paws as he 
chewed the bark off, and the way he was sitting 
up made him look like a little old man eating 
a roasting-ear.” — Evening Post. 
THE TICKET SELLER’S PARROT. 
Ben Luseie. who for fifteen years was one 
of the greatest features of Barnum’s circus in 
the capacity of ‘‘lightning ticket seller,” had a 
wonderful parrot, which had been presented to 
him by one of the canvasmen of the show, who 
was at one time a sailor on a steamer plying be¬ 
tween Boston and Fernandino, in the Bahamas. 
Lusbie used to have a way of quieting the 
scrambling mob of ticket purchasers around the 
ticket wagon by saying, “Don’t be in a hurry, 
gentlemen.” “I'here’s plenty of time,’’ “Don’t 
crowd each oilier.” “One at a time, gentlemen.” 
and such like expressions. The parrot, which 
was perched upon the safe in the wagon just 
back of Lushie. got to learn these little speeches 
after a season’s tour and often broke out in a 
piercing squawk with one of them, much to 
Ltishie’s amusement. The narrot, which was 
quite a little vagabond, broke loose from her 
fetters one day and flew over into a neighboring 
woods near the circu.s grounds. 
A searching party was made np, and they had 
not proceeded far before they heard a vast 
racket, apparently made by squawking birds. 
Hastening to the scene they found poor Poll 
clinging as best she could to the limb of a dead 
tree, surrounded by a screaming flock of crows. 
The parrot had only two or three tail feathers 
left, and the hostile crows were strikine, peck¬ 
ing and plucking her right and left. Hanging 
on as best she could the parrot was shrilly 
screaming, “One at a time, gentlemen !” “Don’t 
crowd there!” “Take your time!” “There’s 
plenty more left." — Indianapolis Journal. 
