ze with the fish? Not much. Nor would you if you heard
the pitiful cry the hawk sets up the moment he finds that his
claws are tangled in a fish's back. Home he flies to seek
domestic consolation, uttering the while the weeping cry of a
grieved child; there are tears in his voice, so you know the
fish must be hurting him. The idea that a hawk can't fly over
the water of an afternoon without some malicious fish jumping
up and trying to bite him!

If a fish wants to cross the water safely, let him take a
Fulton ferryboat for it. There he will find a sign reading:

"No Peddling or Hawking allowed in this cabin." Strange that
hawking should be so sternly prohibited on boats which are
mainly patronized by Brooklynites chronically afflicted with
catarrh!

Never shall it be said that I put my hand to the plow and
turned back. For that matter never shall it be said of me that
I put hand to a plow at all, unless a plow should chase me
upstairs and into the privacy of my bed-room, and then I should
only put hand to it for the purpose of throwing it out of the
window. The beauty of the farmer's life was never very clear to
me. As for its boasted "independence," in the part of the
country I came from, there was never a farm that was not
mortgaged for about all it was worth; never a farmer who was
not in debt up to his chin at "the store." Contented! When it
rains the farmer grumbles because he can't hoe or do something
else to his crops, and when it does not rain, he grumbles
because his crops do not grow. Hens are the only ones on a farm
that are not in a perpetual worry and ferment about "crops:"
they fill theirs with whatever comes along, whether it be an
angleworm, a kernel of corn, or a small cobblestone, and give
thanks just the same.

THE OUTSIDE DOG IN THE FIGHT

You may sing of your dog, your bottom dog,
Or of any dog that you please,
I go for the dog, the wise old dog,
That knowingly takes his ease,
And, wagging his tail outside the ring,
Keeping always his bone in sight,
Cares not a pin in his wise old head
For either dog in the fight.

Not his is the bone they are fighting for,
And why should my dog sail in,
With nothing to gain b