d, he shakes his mane and roars in genuine lion fashion.

So the hours of the night pass, and at last, having seen everything and
grown weary of experiments, I seat myself on a trunk near Black Prince's
cage, and am soon buried in my meditations. The tips of the tigers'
noses begin to change from red to green, and then back again; the
leopards' tails are no longer straight, but end in snake-heads with
forked tongues darting out. I overhear curious conversations among the
lions, and presently men in blue shirts and pink drawers come marching
past, each carrying an alarm-clock. Then a curious thing happens: with
a sweep of her trunk, the elephant Topsy lifts Jocko, the monkey, out of
his red box.

"You must unlock the cages," says Topsy.

"All right," says Jocko. And he does.

Then all the lions, tigers, leopards, boar-hounds, Tibet goats, bears,
ponies, and wild boars join in the procession, while the alarm-clocks
beat time. Black Prince walks first, and, presently wheeling the line
toward me, lifts his fore paw and says:

"Mein Herr, it is six o'clock."

THE DYNAMITE WORKER

I

THE STORY OF SOME MILLIONAIRE HEROES AND THE WORLD'S GREATEST POWDER
EXPLOSION

THERE is illustrated in this career of the explosive maker a splendid
fact touching courage, that, once a man has begun to practise it, the
habit holds him with stronger and stronger grip, so that he _must_ be
brave whether he will or no. I think a fireman, for instance, who for
years had jumped at the tap of a bell into any peril, would show the
same fine courage all alone, let us say, in some crisis on a desert
island. He couldn't turn coward if he tried.

It is good to know, too, that these fearless qualities may be
transmitted from father to son, so that we have whole families born, as
it were, to be brave, and we see the son of a pilot facing the seasick
torture for twenty-odd years, as his father faced it before him for
thirty. Nor is it possible to be in close relations with a very brave
man without yielding in some measure to his personality; heroes produce
heroes through a sort of neighborhood influence, just as surely as
thieves produce their kind. Thus the brother-in-law of a lion-tamer,
though previously a mild enough man, takes to taming lions, and does it
well. And wives of acrobats find themselves one day quietly facing
perils of the air that would surely have blanched their cheeks had they
married, let us say, photographers.