A BEAR ON FIRE. 27 again, then again spun around. But he got across, I am glad to say. And this al- ways pleases my little girl, Juanita. He sat there on the bank looking back at us quite a time. Finally he washed his face, like a cat, then quietly went away. The rattlesnake was the last to cross. The beautiful yellow beast was not at all disconcerted, but with the serenest dig- nity lifted her yellow folds, coiled and un- coiled slowly, curved high in the air, arched her glittering neck of gold, widened her body till broad as your two hands, and so slid away over the water to the other side through the wild white rain. The cloudburst put out the fire instantly, show- ing that, though animals have superhuman foresight, they don’t know everything be- fore the time. “Beastly! I didn’t get a blawsted sketch, you know.” “Awful beastly! Neither did I, don’t you know.” aud that was all my English friends