Not see the notch in his rear sight and both bullets went high. Through

the flat plain. It was lying motionless
with its neck stretched out, just where its mother had told it to
remain when she saw us riding toward her. Yvette called to me, "Oh,
please, please catch it. We can raise it on milk and it will make
such an adorable

pet." "Oh, yes," I said, "let's do. I'll get it for you. You can put
it in your hat till we go
back to camp." In blissful ignorance I dismounted

and slowly went toward the little animal. There was not the slightest
motion until I tossed my outspread shooting coat. Then I saw a flash
of brown, a bobbing white rump-patch, and a tiny thing, no larger
than a rabbit, speeding over the plain. The baby was somewhat
"wobbly," to be sure, for

this was probably the first time it had ever tried its slender legs,
but after a few hundred yards it ran as steadily as its mother. I was
so surprised that for a moment I simply stared. Then I leaped into
the saddle and
Kublai Khan rushed after the diminutive brown fawn. It was a good
half mile before we had the little chap under the pony's nose but the
race was by no mean

Berties, and laws of the kingdom; as also to the mutual defen

Ught to be by posterity, nor any way prejudicial to the cause of God,
and the covenanted work of reformation in this
Church, nor to the beeing,
liberty, and freedom

of Parliaments, according to the laudable and antient

pratique of this kingdom, the which we do not only for ourselves, but
also in the name
of all such as shall join or concurr with us in this our protestation,
and therefore we

Protest. In regard, That the said Union is a
visible and plain subversion of the fundamental
antient constitutions, laws and liberties of this kingdom,
which we as a free people have enjoyed for the space of

about two thousand years, without ever being fully conquered, and we
have had singular and remarkable stepts of Providence preventing our
utter sinking,

and preserving us from such a deludge

and overthrow, which some other nations more
mighty and opulent than we, have felt, and whose memory is much extinct:
while by this incorporating Union
with England in their sinful terms, this nation is debased and enslaved,
its antient independency lost and gone, the parliamentary power
dissolved which was the very strength,
bulwork
and basis of all liberties and priviledges of persons

of all ranks, of all manner of courts and judicatories, corporations and
societies within

R bar, I have heard.' "'Faith, you may say

Alf Whiskerando, half Grimaldi; these operations were performed, from
the stress of circumstances, sufficiently near the object of my
affections, to afford me the pleasing satisfaction of hearing from her
own sweet lips, her solicitude about me--in a word, all the
dressing-rooms but two were filled with
hampers of provisions, glass, china, and crockery, and from absolute
necessity, I had no other spot where I could attire myself unseen,
except in the identical pavillion already alluded to--here,
however, I was quite secure, and had abundant time also, for I was not
to appear till scene the

second, when I was to come forward in full Spanish costume, "every inch
a Hidalgo."
Meantime, Fanny had been singing-- "Oh why is he far," &c. &c. At the
conclusion of the last verse, just as she repeats the words "why, why,
why," in a very distracted and melting cadence, a voice behind startles
her--she turns and beholds her guardian--so at least run the
course of events in the real drama--that
it should follow thus
now however, "Dus aliter visum"--for just as she came to the very moving
apostrophe alluded
to, and called out, "why comes he not?"--a
gruff voice from behind answered in a strong Cork brogue--"ah! would ye
have him come in a state of nature?" a

game leg, said: "Remember the

Y exercised to warrant relief. This is merely an idea of mine, and now
that everybody knows about it I guess there isn't much
use in going ahead with it. _Aug.

8th._ "This guide i-s l-e-f-t!" shouted the P.O., and naturally I
looked around to see what had become of the poor fellow. "Keep your
head straight. Eyes to the front! Don't move! Whatcha lookin' at?" "I
was looking for the guide that was left," says I timidly. "It seems to
me that he is always

being left." "Company dismissed," said the P.O. promptly,

showing a wonderful command of the situation under rather trying
circumstances, for the boo-hoo that went up from the men after my
remark defied all
restraints of discipline. "Say, Biltmore," says the P.O. to me a moment
later, "I'm going to see if I can't get you shipped to Siberia
if you pull one of them bum jokes again. You understand?"
"But I wasn't joking," I replied innocently. "Aw go on, you sly dog,"
said he, nudging me in the ribs, and for
some strange reason he departed in high good humor, leaving me in a
greatly mystified frame of mind. Speaking of getting shipped, I have
just written a very sad song in the style of
the old sentimental ballads of the Spanish war days. It's called "The
Sailor's Farewell," and I think Polly will like it. I haven't polished
it up yet, but here it is as it is: A sailor to his mother came and
said, "Oh, mother dear, I got to go away and fight the war.
So, mother, don't you cry too hard, and don't you
have no fear When you find that I'm not sticking 'round no more." "My
boy," the sweet old lady said, "I hate to see you
go. I've knowed you since when you was but a kid, But if the question
you should

ing him." "I've seen t

To kneel at Dick's side, when Yellow Elk hauled

her back. "White dove come with me--

s, and brandy in

Ink the clouds are,
and how the dew twinkles in the grass!
I never saw it so before," she said. "Because by the time you are up
the pretty pink
clouds are gone, and the thirsty grass has drank the dew, or the sun
has drawn it up to fall again at night for the flowers' evening bath,"
replied Wee, watching the soft color
that began to touch Daisy's pale cheeks. "I think we'd better look
under that cobweb spread like a tent over
the white clovers. A fairy would be very likely to creep in there and
sleep." Daisy knelt down and peeped carefully; but all

she saw was a little brown spider, who looked very much surprised to
see visitors so early. "I don't
like spiders," said Daisy, much disappointed. "There are things about
spiders as interesting to hear as fairy tales," said Wee. "This
is Mrs. Epeira Diadema; and she is a respectable, industrious little
neighbor. She spreads her tent, but sits under a leaf
near by, waiting for her breakfast. She wraps her eggs in a soft silken
bag, and hides them in some safe chink, where they lie till spring. The
eggs

are prettily carved and ornamented, and so hard that the baby spiders
have
to force their way out by biting the shell open and poking

their little heads through. The

their fancy. [Aside.] MARIA I don't know how it was,--I hope h

was familiar in every drawing-room in the early part of the century.
Its
authorship has been accredited both to Philip Freneau and to Mrs.
Hunter, the wife of the celebrated English physician, John Hunter. It
was published as by Freneau in the American Museum, where it appears

U get to San Francisco. And as for le

O weeks she will arrive. None know it but myself, the Comandante, and
the Padre. It is a secret of the Government. She will come at night;
she will depart in the morning, and no one else

shall know. It has ever been that she brings no one to Todos Santos,
that she takes no one from Todos Santos.
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