"No, I guess not. I think they just blazed away for fun. They went off toward the reservation. Some of 'Gene's poor s'ciety, I suppose."
It took half an hour to get the frightened pony and indignant dog quieted; and perhaps it was longer than that before we again got to sleep.
[to be continued.]
[FAIR PLAY.]
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
There are two little words that are dear as his honor
To the every-day boy whom we meet at our school.
He may walk round the street with a chip on his shoulder,
But if you join battle, fair play is the rule.
All he asks of a comrade, a foe, or a neighbor,
This every-day fellow, whom you and I know.
Is that friendship be loyal, and battle be open,
And fair play be practised with friend or with foe.
And so be it comrade, or foe, or near neighbor
In the march or the fight, or the heat of the game,
Whatever the stress of the fun or the labor,
He calls for fair play, and he renders the same.
Only cowards and braggarts would seize an advantage
That was not allowed in the rules of the game.
Our boy is as brave as the knight in the tourney;
He asks but fair play, and he renders the same.