Banished Love. 0 shepherds! have ye wandering seen A winged boy with blinded eyes? I drove ham from me yestere'en, Despite his tears and pleading sighs. te bears a pretty bow, apd keen Tipped arrows in hus quiver lie. D shepherds, tell me, have you seen This banished Love come wandering by? Why shines the sun, regret to mock, Why tiaunt the flowers in hues 50 gay, Why skip with joy the snowy flock, When poor lost Love is far away? Unfeeling shepherds, wherefore smile And point towards my breaking heart? What! close behind me all this while? O sweet! wo two no more shall part. TI A, FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH. The fire burns cheerful on the hearth, the great logs crackle and flare up the wide chimney, up which it is my wont to say you could drive a coach-and-four. I draw my chair nearer to it, with a shiver. ** What a night!’’ 1 say. vi]s it still snowing?” asks my wife, who sits opposite to me, her books and work on the table beside her. “wast. You can scarcely see a yard before you.” “Ieaven help any poor creature on the moor to-night!’’ says she. “Who would venture out? It began snowing before dark and all the people about know the danger of bening be- nighted on the moor in a 8nOW storm.”’ “Yes. ButIhave known people to be frozen to death hereabouts before | wow.’ My wife is Scotch, and this pleasant | house in the Highland 1s hers, We are trying to winter it for the first time, and 1 find it excessively cold and some- what dull. Mentally, I decide that in the future we will only grace it with pur presence during the shooting | season. Presently I go to the window | and I out; it has ceased snowing, and ti igh a rift in the clouds I see a star. i “It is beginning to clear,” I tell my | wife. and also inform her it is past aleven o'clock. As she lights her candle | at the side table, I hear a whining and scratching at the front door. “There is Laddie loose again,’ says | she. **Would you let him in, dear?”’ { did not like facing the cold wind, but could not refuse to let the poor ani- ma! in. Strangely enough, whem I| opened the door and called him he wouldn’t come in, He runs up to the door and looks into my face with dumb | sntreaty; then he runs back 3 few steps, looking around to see if I am following | him, and finally, he takes my coat in his mouth, and tries to draw me out. “Laddie won't come in,” I call out | to my wife. “On the contrary, he seems to want me to come out and have a game of snow ball with him.” She throws a shawl around her, and | comes to the door, The collie was here | before we were married, and she is al- | most as fond of him, I tell her, as she is of Jack, our eldest boy. “ Laddie, laddie,”” she calls, ‘‘come in, sirl” He comes obedient at her call, but ses to enter the house, and pursues | ie same dumb pantomine he has | already tried on me. | I shall shut him out, Jessie,” I say, | ight in the sncw won’t hurt him,” prepared to close the door. ou will do nothing of the kind!” | eplies, with an anxious look, “but will arouse the servants at once, foliow bim. Some one is lost in the snow, and Laddle knows it.”’ | I laugh. *‘Really, Jessie, you are ab- | surd. Laddie is a sagacious animal, no | ioubt, but I cannot believe that he is | 1s clever as that, How can he possibly | know whether any one is lost in the | snow or not?” “‘Becauze he has found them and some back to us for help. Look at him cow.” I cannot bnt own that the dog seems restless and uneasy, and is evidently en- ieavoring to coax us to follow him; he ooks at us with pathetic entreaty in his sloquent eyes, “Why don’t you believe me?’ he seems to ask. “Come,’’ she continues, ‘‘you know you could not rest while there wasa possibility of a fellow creature wanting gou- assistance, I am certain Laddie is not deceiving us.” ““Wha is a poor hen-pecked man to 107” I grumble, and resist and yield as I have often grumbled and resisted and ¥W y TOY yielded before, and as I doubtless often shall again, sI,addie once found a man in the | snow before, but he was dead,” Jessie | says as she hurries off to fill a flask with | brandy, and get ready some blankets | for us to take with us, In the mean- | time I rouse the servants, They are all English excepting Don- | ald. the gardener, and I can see they | are scoflingly skeptical of Laddie’s sa- | gacity, and inwardly disgusted at hav- | ing to turn out of their warm beds and | face the bitter winter's night. “Dinna trouble yoursels,’”’ I hear old | Donald say. enough. Auld Laddie is cleverer than | many a Christian, and will ind some- | thing in the snow this night.” Don’t sit up, Jessie,” I say, as we start; “we may be out half of the night on this wild-goose chase.” “Follow Laddie closely” igall the an- ewer she makes, The dog springs forward with a joy- jus bark, constantly looking back to see if we were following. As we pass through the avenue gates and emerge on the moor the moon struggles for a motgent through the driving clouds and lights up with a sickly gleam the snow- clad country before us, “It's like looking for a needle In a a bundle of hay, sir,’’ says John, the coachman, confidentially, “to think as we should find anybody on such a night as this, Why, In some places the snow is more than a couple of feet thick, and tL goes agin’ reason to think that dumb animal would have the sense to come nome and ask for help.” “Bide a wee, bide a wee,” says old Donald. “I dinna ken what your Eng- lish dogs can do, but a collie, though'it has na pleasing to Providence to give the creature the gift o' speech, can do mony mair things than who deride it.” *[ ain’t deridin’ of ’em,” says John. “I only say as bow if they be so very clever, I've never seen it.” “Ye wull, though, ye wull,” says old Donald, as he hurries forward after Laddie, who has now settled down into a swinging trot, and is taking Ins way straight across the loneliest part of the bleak moor. The cold wind cuts us in two, and whirle the snow in our faces, neatly blinding us. My finger-tips are becom- ing numnbed, icicles hanging from my moustache and beard, and my feet and legs are soaking wet, even through my shooting boots and stout leather leg- gings, The moon has gone in again, and the light from the lantern we carry is bare- ly sufficient to show us the inequalities in the height of the gnow, by which we are guessing at our path, I begin to wish I had stayed at home, IL’homme propose, mais la femme dispose,” 1 sigh to myself, and I begin to consider whether I may venture to give up the ! search, (which [ have undertaken pure- ly to satisfy my wife, for I am like John, and won't believe in Laddie,) when suddenly, I hear a shout in front of me, and see Donald, who Las all the time been keeping close to Laddie, drop on his knees, while the dog is wildly digging in the snow with Ins paws. We all rush forward, Laddie has stopped at what appears to be the foot of a stunted tree, and after scratching and whining for a moment, sits down and watches, leaving the rest to us. What 1s it that appears when we have shovelled away the snow? A dark ob- ject. Is it a bundle of rags? I8 it—or, | it in ope of the warm blankets with | vided us, Bring me the lantern,” I say, huski- ly, and John holds it over the prostrate led ragged old woman, I try to pour & little brandy down the poor old throat, but the teeth are so firmly clenched that “Get her home as quickly as may be, the mistress will know better the poor creature is not past help,’’ says So we improvise a sort of hammock of the blankets; and gently and tenderly the men prepare to carry their poor | helpless burden over the snow, “I am afraid your mistress will be in “Never fear, sir,” says Donald, with “The mistress will be up and waiting for us, he snaw for naething. “I'll never say nought again about believing a dog,’’ says John, very grace- fully, striking his colors, “You were | there should be such sense in an animal As we reach the avenue gate I de- spatch one of the men for the doctor, l throw of us, and hurry on myself to prepare my wife for what ia coming. She runs out in the hall to meet me. “Well?! ghe asks, eagerly. “We have found a poor old woman,’ I say, “but we don’t know whether she is alive or dead.” My wife throws her arms around me and gives me a great hug, “You will find dry things and a jug of hot toddy in your dressing room, dear,” she says; and this is the revenge ahve takes on me for my skepticism. The poor old woman is carried up stairs and placed in a warm bath under my wife's direction, and before the doc- tor arrives she has shown some faint syptoms of life; so my wife sends me word. Dr. Bruce shakes his head when “Poor old soul!” he says, “how came she out on such a fearful | night? I doubt she has received a shock | which, at her age, she will not easily | get over.” They manage, however, to force a | few spoonfuls of hot brandy and water | down her throat; and presently a faint | color flickers on her cheek, and the | poor old eyelids begin to tremble, My wife raises her head and makes her swallow some cordial which Dr. Bruce | has brought with him, and lays her | back among the soft, warm pillows. i “I think she will rally now,” says | Dr. Bruce, as her breathing becomes | more regular and audible, ‘Nourish. | ment and warmth will do the rest, but | And so say- | By and by I go up to the room, and | find my wife watching alone by the | aged sufferer. She looks at me with | tears in her eyes. ‘‘Poor old soul,” she | from the cold and exposure.” ! I go round to the other side of the bed and look down upon her. The aged face looks wan and pinched, and the scanty gray locks which lie on the pil- low are still wet from the snow. She is a very little woman, as far as 1 can and I shiould think had reached her al- lotted three-score years and ten, “Who can she be?” I repeat, won- “She does not belong to any of the villages hereabouts, or we should know her face, and 1 cannot imagine what could bring a stranger to the moor on such a night.”’ As [ speak a change passes over her face; the eyes unclose and she looks in- quiringly about her. She tries to speak, but is evidently too weak. My wife raises her and gives her a spoonful of nourishment, while she says, soothing ly,~**Don’t try to speak. You are among friends, and when you are better you shall tell me all about yourself. Lie still now and try to sleep.” The gray head drops back wearily on the pillow, and soon we Lave the satis. faction of hearing, by the regular res. piration, that our patient is fast asleep. “You must come to bed now, Jes- sie,” 1 say, **I shall ring for Mary, and she ean sit up for the remainder of the night.” ut my wife who is a tender-hearted goul and a4 born nurse, will not desert her post; so I leave her watching and retire to my solitary chamber, When we meet in the morning I find that the little woman has spoken a few words and seems stronger, “Come in with me now,” says my Jit, “and let us try to find out who she We find her propped into a reclining posture with pillows, and Mary beside ber feeding her. “How are you now?” bending over her. “Better, much better, thank you, good lady,” she says in a voice which trembles from age as well as weakness, “and very grateful to you for your goodness.’ 1 hear at once by the accent, that she is English. *‘Are you strong enough to tell us how you got lost on the moor, and where you came from, and where you are go- ing?” continues my wife, “Ah! I was going to my lad, my poor lad, and now I doubt [ shall never see him more!” says the poor soul, with a long sigh of weariness. “Where is your lad, and how far have you come?” “My lad is a soldier at Fort George, and I have come all the way from Liver- pool to see him and give him his old mother’s blessing before he goes to the Indies.’”” And then, brokenly with long pauses of weariness, the little old wo- man tells us her pitiful story. Her lad she tells us is her only re- malning child, She had six, and this, the youngest, is the only one who did asks Jessie, famine. He grew up a live, mother’s heart, and the stay of her de- clining years, But a *‘strike” threw him out of work, and unable to endure " His regiment was quartered at Fort George, and he wrote regularly to his denly he wrote to say that his regiment to send him her blessing, as he had not pool to see her. The aged widowed and childless, save for this one remaining boy, felt that she must look on his face once more before she died. house, suflic train to Glasgow, and thence she had and, wandering from the road, would My wile is in tears, and Mary is sob- As I tell her we are but 1 I hasten down stairs and write a short ncte to Col, Freeman, whom intimately, informing him of the cir- cumstances, and begging that he will sd ITY out loas of time, him start, I met Dr, house, “Poor old s« he says, “Her trou- bles are nearly over; she is sinking fast, 1most doubt whether she will live till 1 comes,’ “How she could jruce leaving th +2} AM, ov a rpnnrnnl ie have accel mplished 1 a “Nothing is impossible to a mother,” I goin, but I find I cannot settle my usual occupations, are with the aged heroine who 1s dying up stairs, and presently I- yield to the fascination that draws me back to her presence, As Dr. Bruce says, she is sinking fast, cheeks as ashy gray as her hair. eyes are wide open and have an eager, expectant look in them. “At what time may we expect ttem?"’ whispers my wife to me. “Not before four o'clock,’ I answer in the same tone. “He will be too late, I fear, getting rapidly weaker."’ But love 18 stronger than death, and she will not go until her son comes. All through the winter's day she lies dying, She is y: “My lad, my lad! God is good; he will not let me die till he comes.” And at last I hear tho dog cart. I lay my finger on my lip and tell Mary to bring up John Salter very quietly. last and with the raises herself and stretches out her “My lad! my lad!” she gasps, as, and mother and son are clasped in each For a moment they ramain so. Then the little woman sinks back on my wife’s shoulder, and her spirit is look- ing down from heaven on the lad she £he lies in our little churchyard under a spreading yew tree, and on the stone which marks her resting place are in- scribed these words, “Faithful until Death." Our Laddie has gained far spread re- nown for his good works, and as I sit finishing this brief record of a tale of which he is the hero, he lies at my feet, our ever-watchful, faithful companion and friend, Frio ArrLes.—Fried apples make a nice entree, Cut across the core in slices and then brown in lard, or butter and lard mixed, drain them hot. They make a nice garnish for roast pork when prepared ia this way. Some cooks use beef dripplug lustead of lard and like the flavor better, A AI. PorAaTors FRIED 1x Creas.--Ch cold boiled Season and pepper. For of boiling milk, t THE IMMORTAL WILLIAM. Interesting Stories About the Birth place of Shakespeare, The hundreds of American tourists who go to Stratford-on-Avon every year and Inspect the little house where the immortal William first saw the hight never hear the most interesting of all stories about the place. Perhaps it was my luck during a recent hasty trip abroad to get this information. Per- haps it was my newspaper instinct that was always prying into things and asking the most absurd, out-of-the-way questions, The reason I can not give, But the fact came to me all the same, It was one of the neat maiden ladies who have charge of the Shakespeare birthplace that impariel the informa. tion. mean to impart it, for twenty-four hours in a drunken stupor, The bed-room in which Shakespeare was born and even the bed where the event took place are pointed out. The desk he used at the quaint old school is shown, and the evidences of a busy jack-knife are glorified, His signet- ring that he wore on his thumb is shown, with the initials on it. reverence for the bard pervades the whole of Stratford. You see Shake- speare everywhere, There isa Shake- speare in the shoemakmg line, a Bhake- doubtless the ubiquitous plumber at taches the great name to his trade, mss A LION KILLED BY A DOG. | The Desperate Combat Witnessed by a Wyoming Hunter. land, or for any of England’s cherished heroes, enough to arouse my curiosity, 1 at interviewer. 1 pilgrim phase and became threw aside an my even far It old house born had seems the n i begun st to The peo- tourists the sweet or to the where did his courting, William buried, The owner of eno the property, of the Its possession or sale was a matter of and shillings with him, vertised the property for sale, gay, went begging for ’ " iv “ pur- For over a year there was not even a ¢t never struck the proprietor hat by fitting the house up, 80 that it safe to enter, he could capture many a shilling, or even half-crown, from the tourist and the eager admirer All Stratford seemed the fact that the most teresting relic of all relics that remind- 11} i- whose shadow he passed his 1 oyhood The bench on made love lo Anna it the room which he sat and bed in which he slept were allowed to go to rack and ruin. The lines young wrote to the gentle Anne “Anne hath a way, Anne hath a way For making love, Anne hath a way,” on tue wall in the old Hathaway cot- But the initials “*W. 8." carved h characters on the walls of his It was a English in- (ener ally he is eager lo save all relics and taht La obliterated. the and be It was in 1847 that P. T. ed at home, While in London one day he heard accidentally that Shake- speare’s birthplace was for sale. He at He would buy the house, move it bodily to America, and exhibit it as part of the ‘greatest show on earth.’ him at in search Stratford, of the owner. that he would give $13,000 for the pro- perty. So far as material value was concern- ed it was ten times what the house was worth, But the proprietor thought the property was greatly desired by some one, from the price offered, and he de- manded $15,000 for it. Barnum would willingly have paid that sum, but be- eral wealthy Englishmen learned of the They sud- would never do to have Shakespeare's birthplace leave England or Stratford on-Avon. matter, for he knew there was money and fame in the transaction. most interesting spots in the world from utter ruin. Had it been bought by an ordinary citizen he would have converted it into a modern dwelling place and taken away even the sem- blance of its original appearance and historical halo. The men who purchsed the property formed a stock company and appointed trustees to take charge of the house Money was subscribed in order that Shakespearean relics of all kind might be purchased and put on exhibition in the house. The two estimable maiden ladies who still have personal charge were appointed. They were quite young mm 1850, but to-day they are decidedly antiquated, and therefore, in keeping with their surroundings. Everything was put in place about the house and arranged as nearly as possible as it was when Shakespeare was a boy. Shake- speare’s father used part of the house for a tavern and that part was tured into a museum. Shakespearean relics of all sorts were procured, and the col- John Gaylor, a noted hunter of the | Wind Mountains, has a breed of dogs | famous for their fierce courage and ac- tive strength, They are a pure between the bloodhound and the best English bull-dog. Many bear, elk and | mountain lion have these dogs brought to bay and assisted in slaying, Hair { and Hide are the two foremost repre- | sentatives of the gallant and efficient | breed. Not long since Mr. Gaylor was | aroused from sleep during the night by | a piteous bawling in his calf pen and an uproar among his dogs. Hastening out, | he perceived by the light of a brilliant moon two lions making off, They had | comé for veal, and had nearly succeeded | in getting it, The next night Mr. Gay- | Jor watched his corral, but the wary brutes did not come. The following | night there came from the suowy sum- | mits of the Wind Mountains a light { snowfall, The old hunter was now sure { of Ins game. he sailed forth, In a short time his course was crossed by | the trail of the whole family. The dogs | at once sped along the freshly-tracked | snow, and soon the game was found in a leafy covert of pine and quacking as- pen. Pushus his way through the | snow-laden boughs the hunter came in | close sight of the family, The lion was standing on the trunk of a huge fallen | morning to side, while his eyes flashed with a green tire, The lioness was crouched at a short distance off at the foot of an- | other huge tree, in the forks of which could be seen two active whelpe, Hare and Hide at once sprang for the lion, and a savage fray began. The combat between the royal brute and his fierce and active foes now be- came fternflic, Gaylor walched the | lioness and the fight. He was of his dogs, and wanted them to kill their enemy olone, posed to lend a helping band, such was the fierce confusion of the struggle that he would have been as liable to have hurt his faithful friends as their savage foe. After a ten minutes’ struggle the | deep growl of the lion became more faint; soon they ceased entirely, and the proud hunter beheld his two brave dogs, one at the broad muzzle of the mountain king and the other at his wide haunch, The lion was dead and fairly “stretched out,” to use an expressive Westernism, Hair and Hide were drip- wounds, both deep and sore, were on the fight still, however, aud wanted to attack the lioness al ounce, but Gaylor would not allow them to do any more, and a ball from his rifle | stretched the lioness in death. Each of the whelps demanded a bullet, and a whole royal family had paid the stern penalty of their tyrannical cusloms, They — AA —— JUDGE LYNCH IN INDIANA. a Three Notorious Outlaws Taken From Jail and Hanged. Three of the famous outlaw gang of Archers, namely, Thomas and Martin, brothers, and John, a son of Thomas, suffered the extreme penalty of their erimes just after midnight on the 10th | of March, at Schoals, Ind., at the bands | of Judge Lynch. Precisely at 10.30 | o'clock a vigilance committee of 100, | composed of men from Larkin and | Orange counties, entered the town, The | lynchers was very quiet and orderly, | and the Sheriff was first aroused by the on the door, He asked who wes there, | and the answer was a crashing in of the | front door, followed by heavy blows, | which completely demolished it. The | crowd then went to the jail door and | knocked off the lock, but here they | found another door which would not yield to blows. Alter about twenty | minutes a man in the crowd was found | who understood the opening of the cell door, The Jynchers then rushed in and grabbed all | When the Archers saw the lynchers come in they made no resistance, and when asked if they had anything to say they refused to speak. Their hands were tied bohind their backs, and they were taken over to the court-house yard and hanged to young maple trees, Tom Archer, the eldest of the gang, who was about 60 years old, was hanged first, His feet were touching the ground when viewed by the United States Press correspondent. Martin Archer, brother to Tom, aged 45 years, is hung up high and , and both of his eyes are star ing wide open, making a ghastly sight, John Archer, son of Tom Archeg, who was about 30 years old, 1s hanging with his bands tied behind hum about thirty feet from his father, The orimes for which they were hanged consist of almost everything en the oriminal calendar, from murder down to petly thieving. For twenty five yoars they have been a reigning terror both in Martin and Orange oonun- ties, and have terrorized the community « YALESTUDENTS ROOMS. Adorned in the Most Elegant and Luxurious Manner, In spite of the promicence which the sons of rich men hold, there is a well-defined spirit to suppress any at tempt at flashy display, Most men dress fashionably, but very few exquia. | itely, to nse that word in a well-under- The style of a student's apparel has, however, certain charac- teristics that make it distinctive, That | stood sease, i wherein the affluence of a student's | allowance first asserts itself is the fur- | nishing of his apartments. These con. | sist of a study and two small bed- | chambers, usualy occupied by Iwo | friends, Many of these rooms ars | adorned in the most elegant sud luxa- | rious manner, "The walls are decorated | with linerusta, with frieze and dado of | tasteful design. BSmyruoa rugs cover the { floor of tesselated woods, und high-art | furniture, with satin upholstery and ex- | pensive tapesiries, 18 ranged about the | room in graceful negligence, On the walls hang paintings and en- | gravings with subjects best calculated {to appeal to students’ tastes, The | Queen Anne mantel is fuli of costly | bric-a-brac, and the gpace not occupied by these fantssies is filled with pro- grammes, German favors, barber shop | signe, prizes, society plaques, trophies, | photographs of ‘‘conquests,” and the | host of other mementoes of events dear to the eollege student, It must not be supposed, however, that extravagsnoe in decorating apart | ments carries with it, necessarily, the | idea of prodigality or fastness. There | is nothing in the possession of hand- | some surroundings that should induce a student to forsake lds scholastis pur- suite, It very often happens that elab- orate quarters are occupied by a man of most correct and studious habits, It is really rather dangerous for a man | of convivial tendencies to adorn his room expensively, It frequently occurs | that a company of hilanous guests will | transform a collection of Parisian statu. | ettes into an array of reminiscent torsos; | satin-covered couches will, under their | effusive influence, assume the doubtful | designs of Gobelin tapestries, Smyrna | rugs will take on the mysterious weav- ling of an Indian shaw! and valuable paintings will acquire peculiar blotches and blemishes that bury its authenticity |in a mysterious gloom that ought or- | dinarily to enhance the worth 100 fold. | It bas happened within the memory, | too, of one of the youngest inhabitants of Yale, that an occupant of a £2,000 suit in Farnum, entertained a gathering of classmates at *‘‘an evening tea,” and when he awoke the following afternoon, he seut for a teamster to hanl away the | debris and spent another £1,000 in refar- | nishing his quarters. : But it must be said in mere justice that the style of adorning quarters at Yale is as a general thing not near so extravagant as that prevailing at some other universities, Threethousand dol- lars expended on rooms in Matthews or Weld at Harvard is quite an ordinary proceeding, In Beck hall there are several suits, the adornment of which entailed an expenditure of $10,000, 812,000 and even $20,000, Inthe latter dormitory there is at present a young man—from Californias probably—who had his furniture insured for $15,000. There is another side to the picture. Up under the roof of East Divinity ball the reporter saw a room that may serve as a type to the other extreme. There was no carpet on the floor; the furni- ture consisted of three straight-backed chairs, an old-style lounge covered in green oil cloth and a large home-made table. Upon the board placed aboae the fire-piace to serve as a mantel were some old books, two half-consumed can- dles and a clock with a dismal tick. tock. There was not a picture on the walls —nothing anywhere to relieve the duli- pess of the place excepting a blue flag that hung under the dirty, unused gas- fixtures and indicated tnat the occupant of the den had once rowed a successful our in the class boat races, The occu- | papt sat at tha table straining his eyes in the twilight over the pages of the philosophical essays of somebody or other. 1t was piain that this scrupu- lous economy restrained him from light- ing the rickety German lamp as long as there was a single ray of daylight with | whish to pursue his work, ea — eee Adventure with an Alligator, We are reliably informed that on | Tuesday, the 2d inst., about the coldest | day in this section for the last century, Mr. Edward Oliver, residing about twelve miles above this placa, (Sylvania, Gieorgis,) went out to hunt some of his | hogs, taking a negro boy along with | him. After rambiing about for some | time they came to a pond and crossing it on the ice they discovered on the edge a considerable pile of leaves and straw, rather peculiarly heaped together; pro- | ouring a pole they proceeded to poke it | into the mass to find out what could be its oocupant, when, to their utter aston. ishment, out jumped a Luge alligator which attacked them furiously, putting them to flight. Mr. Oliver took to his Yeels across the pond on the ice with the monster mu hol pursuit, but he did not go far before 3 slip upon the ice brought bim fist, and the dreaded reptile was upon bim. Hue thought his time had certainly come, but in his desperation he seized his for midable foe by the upper snd lowe: jaw, and held its mouth open until the negro came up and put a stick in i thus propping its jaws apart and render. ing it helpless, They then proceeded to exterminate his gatorship. which wa soon accomplished, It measured iGme- thing over six feet in length, W. Maliew Williams remarks tha! chiefly resident in tropical and sub. tropical countries is quite a mistake, the home of their mightiest legions be. about the A Circle, trips to the North Cape
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