Bosh-Bosh Oil. 23

ing that he had escaped them, gave one tremen-
dous bark, and then—when the boy looked back,
nothing was to be seen except the dusty, brown
path stretching off behind him.

On he trudged and suddenly stepped into
something horrid, very black and fearfully sticky.
He drew back his foot quickly, but in doing so,
the boot was actually torn from him. He then
tried to go round the sticky mass, but, alas, it
seemed to extend on either side as far as the eye
could reach. Then he tried to pull out his boot,
but it was as firmly imbedded as if it had grown
there.

“This,” he said, “is the very worst place I
have reached yet. What shall I do?”

A bunch of brilliant yellow flowers now at-
tracted his attentions.

‘“Buttercups,’ he said, ‘and what monstrous
ones they are, and oh, what in the world does
this mean? They are real buttercups.’’ For, on
stooping to examine them, he found that each
little yellow flower was filled to overflowing with
something that certainly looked like very good