IN THE MOUNTAINS.
Tommie. "My papa's gone fly-fishing this morning."
Nellie. "Poh! That's a queer thing to do, I think. I can sit right here in the hotel and catch all the flies I want without going fishing for 'em."
"Sam, I'm proud of you," said the Mayor of the town. "It was a noble deed to jump into the water and save a drowning man."
"Yes, sah."
"Indeed it was, Sam. There you were on a dark night peacefully pursuing your way home, when the screams of a dying man reached your ears, and without a moment's hesitation you rushed down to the deserted pier and plunged into the cold water at the risk of your life, and rescued a fellow-being. Ah, Sam, it was certainly a noble deed, and again I say it, I'm proud of such a citizen, and the town joins me in bestowing its hearty well-wishes on you."
"Yes, sah."
"But, Sam, what makes you so glum about it?"
"Well, jedge, it's like dis. I done jump as you say, and collar dat man, and bring him ter shore, but wa'd you think? I owe dat man five dollars for six months, and I spects I'll get anoder of dem bills fer it same as before. Dat's my luck to rescue de man what Ise owes money to."
THE TRACKS THE DUCK LEAVES.
This ducklet's tracks so much resemble autumn leaves, that they
Are often by the north wind gathered up and blown away.