" `Oh, hell!' says Luke. `That don't amount to anything. That fellow was half Mexican, anyhow.' "
——IN A FAR TOWNSHIP
By SARAH N. CLEGHORN
His roundabout of bottle-green,
And pantaloons of fine nankeen
Were Sunday best; the month was May,
And this from school a holiday;
But he had none with whom to play,
And wandered wistful,up and down,
All in a strange old Garden,
And in a strange old Town.
An ancient chaise, a Dobbin gray
Had brought him here to spend the day.
Now his old aunt and uncle drowse;
No chick nor child is in the house—
No cat, no dog, no bird, or mouse;
No fairy picture-book to spell,
No music-box of wonder,
Nor magic whispering-shell.
Unending is this afternoon,
And strange this landscape as the moon,
With home a thousand miles away—
The pasture where his brothers play
With whoop and shout, in Indian fray;
The porch where, even at this hour,
His mother prunes the vine and flower,
And hums the nursery melody,
"I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea."
***************************************************************** VOL. XXIII September 1910 NO. 3
Lassoing Wild Animals In Africa
By GUY H. SCULL
Field Manager of the Buffalo Jones African Expedition