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TO EACH HIS OWN.
I have faith that in the beginning,
When life was given ua all,
It waa planned that sooner or Inter
Our hearts would answer the call,
That prescient voice of the spirit,
Which, spite of sea or lone,
Sometime, across the silence,
, . Brings to us each our own.
,Belen Field Fischer, in the Christian
Register.
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! THE FACE IN THE
SHINING WATFRS :
t mans tarns 9 ss tJ
MniHianM
' Ma-kwat-ko was a .little Indian
girl. She lived a long way off from
New York. Her home was In a tiny,
tiny hut, called a "shack." The
hack was one of about nineteen
that made up a "ranchery." And
the ranchery stood at the foot of a
noble mountain, on a narrow ledge
Of land, fronting a wide river.
Perhaps you think that this sounds
pretty? Well, It looked pretty, too.
But Ma-kwat-ko found it very lone
aome. She had no one to play with,
for most of the children of her age
were at a mission school not far
Away. There were bigger girls, who
wove Indian baskets the funny long
baskets in which Indian women keep
their babies. No doubt you have
teen pictures of Indian mammas,
with their pappooses slung on their
backs. Ma-kwat-ko could weave, too.
But still she was lonely, for the big
girls did not talk much, and to her
never at all.
But one day Ma-kwat-ko had an
dventure. She nover told any one
about it. She kept It all to herself.
But It was a most wonderful adven
ture. It began in this way: Toosha and
HIst-ko were talking as their busy
fingers wove. Said Toosha:
"To-night I go up the mountain,
to the Shining Waters."
"Why go you?" asked Hlst-kO;
Toosha laughed. " 'Tls the full
Ot the moon," she said. "And I'll
ee, maybe, a face In the waters."
Then HIst-ko laughed too.
Ma-kwat-ko quite understood. If,
In the full of the moon you went up
the steep trail and by midnight stood
by the shining waters you would. Bee
the face of the man whose squaw you
Here to be.
But suddenly there flashed into
lier mind that you might see other
things. She did not want to see the
(ace of a man. She did not want to
cook and sweep for any man, but, be
ing a little girl, she might see the
(ace of her next playmato. She had
been so lonely since the last one went
to the mission school!
So that night, when the two bigger
girls, their shawls well round their
dark heads, crept up the trail (father
and mother sleeping and knowing
not), Ma-kwat-ko followed them at a
safe distance. The night was fresh
and cool, as nights always are among
the mountains, and she even shiv
ered a little once or twice. The stars
shone like eyes In the dark sky and
the moon was brilliant.
On they went, on and up, over the
' well beaten trail. Then they left it,
striking into a little path at its side.
Here, on dry moss and fallen twigs,
they traveled, Ma-kwat-ko after
them, till they came to the wide sil
ver pool formed In the hollow of a
great rock and fed by unseen streams
the pool known to the Indians as
the Shining Waters.
It was midnight now. The two
girls flung aside their shawls and one
at a time looked into it. But they
saw nothing. With a laugh, HIst-ko;
with a grunt of anger, Toosha turned
away. They were full of themselves
or they would have heard a twig snap
tinier Ma-kwat-ko's little foot. Eut
they did not. And as they turned to
retrace their steps the child crept for
ward and, kneeling on the pool's
brink, gazed eagerly Into the Shining
Waters. They had seen nothing.
What would she see? Or would she
ee anything? .
The surface of the pool was very
till. Now and again a wandering
breeze Just crisped its silver Into the
tiniest ripples then, again they
passed away, and the water was a
heet of silver once more.
Suddenly the stillness broke again,
but no wind stirred the waters. They
were still, and In the centre was a
(ace such a face as Ma-kwat-ko had
never seen had never dreamed of.
It was fair as one of the lilies whose
three petals peep in the spring from
their green leaves. The hair hung
around the lovely face In beautiful
curls, instead of being straight like
all the hair Ma-kwat-ko had ever
seen before. The little Indian girl
nearly tumbled into the water she
was so surprised! Then her heart
filled with joy. Would this lovely
creature come and play with her?
Indian children do not, as a rule,
cream or cry out But Ma-kwat-ko
gave a cry then. . Not at what she
saw but at what she heard! It was
a voice a man's voice.
She did not dare look up! She did
not understand the words, which
were: "Now, Malsle you've seen a
Wishing well by moonlight!" She
only knew that she was alone, and
very far fjom home, and that It waa
night cold, strange, terrible night
Then she saw that a man waa be
side her a white man! She saw no
one else, though there was another
person there. She scrambled to her
feet and ran Into the bushes. Then
finding a cleared and hilly part of
the trail, she did not trust her fleet
little toes, but threw" herself on the
. ground and rolled, over and over, till
he reached the foot of the slope and
found herself on the well known trail
that led to her cabin. Like a mouse
she crept Into her corner of the bed
on which her mother slept. Shiver
ing, she pulled the rough quilts,
bought at a mission house Bale, round
her and was soon asleep.
The next day Toosha and HIst-ko
declared that the Shining Waters no
more showed to maidens the face of
the husband to be. But Ma-kwat-ko
held her tongue. She knew the Shin
ing Waters did show a face sometimes
they had shown a face to her. She
had seen one in the waters!
When the autumncame and turned
the green leaves to crimson and
brown and gold Ma-kwat-ko, too,
went to the mission school. But still
she was lonely. When she spoke to
the other girls about the thoughts
that came to her they only stared at
her or said something that showed
they did not understand. Often she
thought of the face In the Shining
Waters, and said to herself: "She
would know what I mean."
Although no one cared to hare
Ma-kwat-ko talk, she began to find a
great deal of happiness In writing
her thoughts. After a time people
began to say how wonderful It was
that a poor Indian girl should think
of such beautiful things, and she re
ceived money for writing them. And
yet no one understood altogether,
and she still remembered the face In
the waters.
When Ma-kwat-ko had quite
grown up she was known as the "In
dian poetess," and one day a rich
woman In a great city gave a recep
tion for her. Among all the guests
there were none whom she thought
she would like to talk to until there
came in a woman who was tall and
fair and more beautiful than any of
the others.
"I have always loved your people,"
Bhe Bald to Ma-kwat-ko. "Once,
when I was a little girl, I made my
father take me to the top of a moun
tain at midnight to see an Indian
wishing well."
"Oh, I saw you there in the water,"
said Ma-kwat-ko, "and I have longed
for you ever since."
So at last Ma-kwat-ko found the
playmate she had wished for, and she
was never so lonely again. New
York Tribune.
THE BREADFRUIT TREE.
Many Ways in Which This Strange
Tropical riant is Utilized.
The breadfruit tree is a native of
Southern Asia, the West Indies, the
South Pacific Islands and the Indian
archipelago. In appearance it resem
bles somewhat the wild chestnut. It
grows to the height of forty or fifty
feet and has dark ereen leaves, munv
of them two feot In length, which are
deeply divided into pointed lobes.
Hidden among the great leaves the
breadfruit grows. It Is nearly spher
ical, often weighs four or more
DOunds and has a thick vnllnnr rlnri
The eatable part lies between the
rind and the core and when fully ripe
yellow and Juicy. The fruit is het-
ter before it is fully matured, and the
natives gather It while the pulp is
white.
Before it is ready for table usn It
must be roasted, when it looks like
wheat bread and Is both Dalatabla
and nutritious. Usually the fruit la
cut into throe or four slices and roast
ed or baked in an oven.
Frequently the neonls of a viiinra
Join in making a huge oven, in which
several hundred beadfrults may be
baked at one time. Thus they are all
supplied with bread without its cost
ing any of them much labor. Pre
pared in this way the bread will keep
for weeks.
The breadfruit is in season plirhr.
months of the year. When the season
finally draws to a close the last fruits
are gathered and made into a sour
paste called "mahel." This paste will
keep good for months and is made
into balls, wrapped in leaves and
baked, Just as needed.
Bread is not the onlv . nrndiint of
the breadfruit tree. From it conwnt.
cloth, tinder and lumber are also ob
tained. A glutinous, milky Juice
oozes from the trunk of the tree,
which makes an excellent cement
when boiled with cocoanut oil. From
the fibrous Inner bark a kind of
coarse cloth is made, and the bier
leaves make good towels. The lum
ber is used for building houses and
many other nurnoses. Ttpnlrien nil
this, the dried blossoms are used as
tinder when fires are kindled.- Balti
more Sun.
Concerning His Business.
A Boston lawyer, who brought his
wit from his native Dublin, while
cross-examining the plaintiff in a di
vorce trial, brought forth the follow
ing: "You wish to divorce this woman
because she drinks?"
.."Yes, sir."
"Do you drink yourself?"
"That's my business!" angrily.
Whereupon the unmoved lawyer
asked:
"Have you any other business?"
"Under the Spreading Chestnut
Tree," in Everybody's.
"Set and Think"
For ourselves, too, in these nerve-
racking days of turmoil and strife,
we find distinct advantage in occa
sionally emulating the example of a
great Peacham philosopher, who,
when asked how he maintained his
exceptional composure, slowly and
sagely replied: "Sometimes I set and
think, and sometimes I Just set."
George Harvey, in the North Ameri
can Review.
The Erzberg, Austria's Iron moun
tain, will furnish ore tor 1000 more
years.
HOGS AS WATCHDOGS.
The Javellne, or Mexican wild hog,
is in common use by ranchmen
throughout this section as a watch
dog, writes a correspondent of the
Washington PoHt from Cotulla, Texas.
They are far superior to the ordinary
dog for that purpose, and nro easily
domesticated If taken when young.
The Javellne of the Southwest has
few characteristics of the domestic
hog beyond the appearance. In point
of fearlessness and courage It sur
passes any other animal that roams
the chapparal of the Southwest. It
la one of the few wild animals that
does not hesitate to attack man. It is
feared by every deer hunter who vis
its this region. Innumerable in
stances are known of hunters having
been forced to seek refuge In trees to
escape javellnes. President Roose
velt, when Police Commissioner of
New York, made a trip all the way to
Texas to hunt javellnes, and spent
two days on a ranch near Uvalde.
When taken as pigs and domesti
cated the Javellnes can easily be
trained to do almost any trick that
can be taught to the most Intelligent
dog. They are quick to learn to
know the membere of the family, and
no strange human being or animal is
permitted to enter the house or yard
of a home whero a pet javellne is on
guard. They have a bark which Is
somewhat similar to that of a dog,
and when danger approaches they set
up their peculiar cry.
A javellne has been kept at the
ranch home of Howard Bunttn, thirty
miles west of Cotulla, for several
years. This animal has a free run
of the place, Including the house. The
animals are clean in their nature, and
are not offensive around the house.
One day recently Mr. Bunttn had a
guest to dinner. The javellne was
not around when the stranger entered
the house. The meal was In progress
when the javellno came across the
boots of the stranger. Without any
preliminary ceremony the animal
made an attack upon the feet and
legs of the stranger. The boots were
torn to pieces and the man severely
Injured by the tusks of the beast be
fore It could be driven off.
It Is the usual custom, on account
of the vlciousnessness of the Jave
llnes, to knock out their tusks wnen
they ero domesticated. Until this is
done they are likely to inflict serious
injuries.
Seth Moore lost twclvo fine hunting
dogs at the hands of one of these
javellne "watchdogs" not long ago
in a few minutes. Mr. Moore hnd
been out hunting and had all of his
pack of dogs with him. At noon he
rode up to the ranch house of a man
employed on the Richardson place
to get something to eat. The house
was guarded by a Javellne, and the
animal would not let Mr. Moore enter
the pato. In a thoughtless moment
Mr. Moore Bet his dogs upon the ani
mal. The fight that followed was the
bloodiest affair he ever witnessed,
Mr. Moore says. The javellne wel
comed the onslaught of the twelve
dogs. As fast as ono of them got
within striking distance the javeline's
tusk would rip the assailant wide
open.
The skin of the Javellne is very
thick and it is impossible for the
teeth of a dog to penetrate It. Its
only vulnerable part Is its ears and
the tip of its snout. Its long tusks
protect It from being caught iu those
parts by dogs.
The javellnes In their wild state
are strictly vegetarians, but when do
mesticated they will cat meat and
almost anything that Is fed to them.
They art naturally lithe and muscular
and will not take on tat like the or
dinary hog, even when abundantly
fed.
The javellne is a favorite pet for
children in many ranch houses of this
Japan Desires Universal Pence.
There are many reasons why there
should be peace between the United
States and Japan. My country shares
with her sister nations in the desire
for universal peace. I have made the
statement before, and I repeat it here
with even more emphasis. The glory
of a successful war Is brilliant, but
the glory of peace la greater. At the
reception given to General Baron
Kurokl in New York City I was very
much pleased with the cordial wel
come given to the sons of Japan by
the citizens of this great metropolis.
I felt, however, still greater satisfac
tion when I stopped to think that
the resplendent martial uniforms of
the two countries were intermingling
with each ether In a mission of peace
without any thought of war, and that
the brave men who have been so hon
ored at home and respected abcOad
were singing in one chorus the glory
of peace. The Bame thoughts came
over me when I attended the brilliant
and most hospitable reception ten
dered by the same great city to Ad
miral Yamamoto. I am also pleased
that a society the Japanese Society
of New York has been formed to
promote and increase the friendly re
lations existing between my country
and the United States of America.
From "A Peace Message to the Amer
ican People," by Viscount S. Aoki, In
the Circle.
The Emergency Case.
While on the march in India the
pioneer corporal of a famous Irish
regiment went to the quartermaster
for a loan of a camel to carry a spare
tent, but the quartermaster refused.
"I have only the cart, and this spare
camel I - am keeping for a case of
emergency."
The corporal said, "Can't you put
the case of emergency on the cart,
and let me have tho camel?." From
Judge's Library.
section. They are very affectionate
to all persons with whom they have
been raised. Dr. Joseph Wooten, a
physician of Austin, has made a close
study of javellnes for many years. He
,says that they are one of the most re
markable and least understood of all
the wild animals of the Southwest.
He has closely Investigated their
haunts and has raised them domesti
cated at his home. Two javellne pigs
were raised by him as pets for his
two little children. The animals
were the companions and pets of his
children under all circumstances.
The pigs and the family dog were
great playmates, but should a strange
dog attempt to come upon the prem
ises, the javellne would quickly drive
It off.
Speaking of those pet javellnes the
other day Dr. Wooten said: "Jave
llnes are endowed with much more
intelligence than the average animal.
They are far superior to the ordinary
hog in that respect. They are clean
ly, and when raised as pets about
the house they seem to have a great
affection for every member of the
household. If one of the pigs got out
of the back lot at night it would
make a beellne for the door, where
it would scrape Its hoofs against the
boards In an effort to attract our at
tention so that it might be admitted
to the house.
"There is one thing peculiar about
the javellne. It will never turn tall
and run. When you attempt to drive
it out of a lot it backs out. I never
saw one show a symptom of cow
ardice. "The fact is not generally known
that the javellne has a musk sac. It
Is a small bag, Bltuated upon its back,
just above its hips. It is filled at all
times with a powerful musk fluid,
which it is ablo to eject when it be
comes enraged. The scent of this
musk is almost overpowering. It is
evidently intended as a weapon of
defense when pressed to close quar
ters by some natural enemy. So far
as I have been ablo to learn, however,
the javellne has no natural enemy in
its native country. It Is feared and
respected by every other kind of wild
animal. It Is not unlikely that this
musk sac Is for some other Important
purpose, the nature of which I have
not yet discovered. It is my opinion
that the fact that is possesses this
musk sac is sufficient to show that it
is an entirely distinct species of ani
mal from the ordinary domestic hog.
This musk sac is enslly removed, and
most of the javellnes are operated
upon when taken for tho purpose ol
being domesticated.
"The javellno of Southwest Texas
Is of the same color as the yellow
Bandy soil. Javelines weigh, when
full grown, from fifty to eighty
pounds. They are taller in the fore
part of their body than in the rear.
In this respect they resemble the
wild boar. They aro distinguished
from the wild hogs of Arizona and
New Mexico by a band of gray hair
which extends around their neck.
The common wild hog does not have
this neck band."
The Javellnes In their wild state
run In droves of twenty to firty. They
always travel in single file and seem
to have a recognized leader. When
feeding or bedded for sleep or rest,
one of the javellnes is always on
guard. Whenever a drove of the ani
mals Is about'to cross an open space
a sentinel is first sent out to take a
view of tho situation. If everything
Is found clear the signal is given
by the sentinel and the whole drove
trots across the clearing and re-enters
the chaparral.
The flesh of the Javelines is eaten
by Mexicans, but it is very tough, and
requires much cooking to mako it
eatable.
Untiring Kilowatt of Electricity.
When you buy electricity from a
power company for the purpose of
lighting your house or cooking your
food, you buy it by the kilowatt hour.
A kilowatt is a thousand vatts, and
a watt is a certain unit of power.
A kilowatt hour will carry you
three miles In an electric brougham;
keep your coffee-pot warm every day
for a week; run a sewing machine
for twenty-one hours, cook fifteen
chops in fifteen minutes; boil nine
kettles each holding a quart of wat
er; warm all the beds in the house
by means of an electric warming
pan for two weeks; run an electric
piano so relentlessly that your neigh
bors will suffer agonies for ten hours;
clean 5000 knives; clean seventy-five
pairs of boots; clip five horses; warm
your shaving water every morning
for a month; run an electric clock
for ten years; light 3000 cigars with
an electric cigar lighter; supply all
the air required by an ordinary
church organ for one service; and
carry you thirty times from the bot
tom of the house to the top, eighty
feet each Journey. waldemar
Kaempffert, in the Circle.
Federal Control of Forests.
At present but one-fifth of the total
forest area of the United States Is
embraced In national forests. The
remaining four-fifths have already
passed or are most likely to pass Into
private bands. The average age of
the trees felled for lumber this year
Is not less than 150 years. In other
words, If he Is to secure a second
crop of trees of the same size, the
lumberman or private forest owner
must wait, say, at least 100 years for
the second crop to grow. From "The
View-Point," by Caspar Whitney, in
The Outing Magazine.
The huge serpent, the boa constric
tor, has 320 pairs of ribs.
Forthe,
Younger
Children.
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A NARROW ESCAPE.
Little Miss Frog
Went out one day
To call on a friend 1
In a pond 'cross th' way.
When she started out
The sky was serene;
The flowers smiled,
And the grass was green.
But before she had hopped
'Cross the open space
She felt something damp
Fall down on her face.
A cloud had gathered,
And raindrops fell
All about Miss Frog,
Coming down pell-mell.
So she hopped nlong.
With all her might,
To the pond of her friend,
And lept in out of sight.
For she feared the rain
Would spoil her dress,
And that she'd get wet
And take cold. Goodness!
-Mnud Walker, in the Birmingham Age
Herald.
JOKES AND CONUNDRUMS.
Why need no one starve Jn the
Desert of Sahara? Because of the
sandwiches there.
How came the sandwiches there?
The children of Ham had bread and
mustard there.
What is the difference between a
sculptor and a barber? One makes
faces and busts, the other surls up
and dyes.
What famous Frenchman does the
small end of a ham suggest? "Boney
part." What animal falls from the clouds?
The rain, dear (reindeer).
How does the sailor know that the
moon Is made of green ci'ieese'! Be
cause when he has no wheat to grind
he can grind his teeth.
Why is a bald head like heaven?
Because thore Is no more parting
there.
How do you know that -chickens
are not immortal? Because they
have their necks twirl'd (next world)
In this.
When is . the moon most to bo
pitied? When it is reduced to it3
last quarter.
What part of speech Is kissing?
It is a conjunction.
When is a thief best understood?
When he Is apprehended.
How many insects does it lake to
mako a landlord? Ten-ants.
What relation is a loaf of bread
to a steam engine. Mother, because
a loaf of bread is a necessity, and
the steam engine is an invention, and
necessity is tho mother of Inven
tion. What man had no father? Joshua,
the son of Nun.
When is a man duplicated? When
ho is beside himself.
What is the shape of a kiss? El
lipitical (a-lip-ticklc).
When can donkey be spelled with
one letter? When it is U.
Why are clouds like coachmen?
Because they hold In rains.
Why is a fisherman's the most lu
crative employment? Because H is
all net profit.
Why are fixed stars like wicked old
men? They scintillate.
What is tho oldest table In tho
world? The multiplication table.
THE THISTLE IN THE HEART.
"I've come again, mamma," said
little Llllle White, softly, peeping
into the chamber where Mrs. White
sat writing letters. "Llllle couldn't
help It, mamma."
"And what Is the matter with my
little girl this time?" Laying by her
pen when she had written the sen
tence out, she extended a hand to the
little girl, adding, "You haven't got
another thistle In your finger, have
you?"
"No, mamma, my finger is almost
well, but something keeps stinging
in my bosom. You needn't take off
my dress, mamma; you couldn't see
1 It's deep. I know what it is
It's naughty, wicked hate. I hate
Genla Marsh; she's never good to any
of us. But her aunt In New York
sends her the prettiest things. Now
she has sent a blue dress and a doll
all dressed in white and pink. She
brought 'em out and showed 'em to
me, and she said, 'You can't have
such pretty things, Llllle White.'
Then the hate stung me harder than
the thistle a while ago. Won't you
take thlB out, too, mamma?"
"Only Jesus can take out a sting
like that," said Lillie's mother, very
gently, her arm about her darling.
"Go directly to your chamber, dear,
and kneel down and tell the dear
Jesus all your trouble, and ask Him
for Just the help you need."
The little girl slipped from her
embrace and left the room. A little
while after she was seen walking In
the garden, talking to her poor.
or &f2?
soiled dolly and kissing her face aa
lovingly as Genla Marsh could have
kissed her brand-new one. By and
by Bhe raised her bright and smiling
face to the window, and, seeing her
mother looking down, called out:
"It's all gone, mamma all gone."
Home Herald.
DO SPIDERS SLEEP?
The question, "Do spiders sleep at
night?" Is not easy to answer. I
have made a 'careful observation ot
the sleep ot ants, and that could
readily be done by watching colonies
In their artificial formicaries. It la
almost impossible to deal with spiders
In the same way. I would answer,
however, in general terms, that spid
ers sleep, as all animals do, and
doubtless parts ot the night are spent
In slumber. Many species, however,
prey on the night-flying Insects, and
so must be awake In order to catch
their prey. If you will watch the
porch or outbuildings of your home
on a summer evening you will be
likely to see an orb-weaving spider
drop slowly down on a single thread
in the gathering dusk of the evening.
From this beginning a round web
will soon be spun, and either hanging
at the centre thereof, or in a little
nest above and at one side is the
architect, with forefeet clasping what
we call the "trap line," and waiting
for some night-flying Insect to strike
the snare. In this position spiders
will sometimes wait for hours, and
it is just possible that they may then
take a little nap. They might easily,
do that and yet not loso their game,
for the agitation of the web would
rouse the sleeper, and then it would
run down the trap line and secure Its
prey. Some species of spiders do
the chief part ot their hunting at
night, and there are some who chiefly
hunt during the day, but as a rule
these Industrious animals work both
day and night. From Nature and
Science, in St. Nicholas.
GREEDY TIM.
Little Tim, a srreedy hoy,
Ate too much of cake;
lie went to bed and thought he'd die
With a cramping ntummie ache.
Birmingham Age-ilerald.
A DOG AND A PIG.
Here is a true tale of a dog and a
pig. They were both passengers on
the same ship, and became warm
friends. They used to eat their cold
potatoes off the same plate, and but
for one thing would never have had
any trouble. This was thfc fact that
the dog had a kennel, and the pig
had none. Somehow the pig got it
Into hl3 head that the kennel be
longed to whichever could get Into it
first, so every night there was a race.
One rainy afternoon tho pig found it
rather unpleasant slipping about the
deck, and made up his mind to retire
early. But, when it reached the ken
nel, it found the dog inside.
Suddenly an idea flashed upon It;
and, trudging on to where their din
ner plate was lying, it carried it to
a part of the deck where the dog
could see It, and, turning his back to
the kennel, began rattling the plate
and munching as though at a feast
This was too much for Toby. A good
dinner, and he not there! Piggy kept
on until Toby had come around In
front of him and pushed his nose Into
the empty plate. Then, like a shot, it
turned and ran and was safe In the
kennel before the dog knew whether
there was any dinner on the plate or
not. Sunday Magazine.
QUEER POSITIONS OF HEARTS.
There Is one curious fact which not
everybody notices about the common,
finger-long, green caterpillars of our
larger moths. Their hearts, Instead
of being In front, are at the back of
the body and extend along the entire
length of the animal. One can see
the heart distinctly through the thin
skin and can watch its slow' beat,
which starts at the tail and moves
forward to the head.
Hearts ot this sort reaching from
head to tail are not at all uncommon
in the simpler creatures. The earth
worm has one, and so have most
worms, caterpillars and other crawl
ing things. Hearts In the middle of
the back also are quite as frequent as
those In what seems to us to be the
natural place. Many nnlmals, the
lobster, for example, and the crayfish
and the crab, which have short hearts
like those of the beasts and birds,
nevertheless have them placed Just
under the shell in what, in ourselves.
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