it. He was sure he would not like to sleep among such dirty skins and blank-
ets, or to eat such food as they did.

The moving party Hal went to see were cooking their dinner. They had
built fires on the ground. They cooked their meat on sticks over the fire, and
stewed a good many queer things in large earthen pots.

One of the officers told Hal that the Indians were very fond of stewed
puppies. Hal didnot know whether to believe that or not. The Indians all
helped themselves out of the same dish. They seemed to think it quite right
to dip their fingers in and fish out the piece they liked best.

Some of the little Indians were almost pretty. There was one came up
to Hal and looked him over. He was interested in his clothes. After a while
he went away and brought two large feathers for Hal to putin his hat. Hal
stuck them in and laughed. The little Indian laughed, too; but they could
not talk to each other, for neither could understand what the other said. The
Indians stayed near the fort until after dinner, then they moved off toward

their new home.
—Mks. BUSYHAND.

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“We'll see his like no more!”
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Old Don was once a frisky colt
And, twenty years ago,

’Twixt farm and village carried oft
His master to and fro.

With sprightly gait and lofty head
He pranced upon his way,

And showed impatience of restraint
By many a rousing neigh.

With mane and tail outfloating far
Upon the morning breeze,

Attached to sleigh or buggy, then,
He jogged along with ease.

But, as old age came creeping on,
His pace became more slow;

4LD DON” is dead! that good | And he responded readily

To the command of “Whoa!”

With downcast look and drooping tail
He slowly hobbled on;.

But faithful ever, to the last,
They say was poor old Don.

Perhaps if we could understand
The language of an eye

Some message kind old Don had left
When he lay down to die.

But though “horse sense” has often proved
Of worth in time of need,

And horses have played noble parts
In many a daring deed,

_ Their language is not understood,

And since the world began
Full many tales they might have told
Have thus been lost to man.

—ANNA B. ELMSLIE.