es taken up by a party
in one day. When the honey-bird has shown one tree, if the hunters are
satisfied with that, and refuse to follow him further, he leaves them;
but I have never heard of an instance in which the bird misled any one
in regard to finding honey. It frequently happens, however, that a
honey-bird will lead a person into very dangerous places, and unless the
hunter keeps his eyes about him when following this bird, he may run
right into a lion, a venomous snake, or some other equally undesirable
acquaintance."

--A correspondent of a New Orleans paper writes: "Dick was only a big
toad. The boys found him beside the road one day last summer when the
June roses were in bloom, and triumphantly deposited him in one of the
flower-beds, 'to eat the bugs and things off'n the pinks and pansies and
rosemary; and, besides, you know, mamma, the other boys will throw
stones at him.' That settled it, and Dick (as they gravely informed me
they had named him) was left to enjoy his flowery home. Occasionally,
when cutting flowers, I noticed the exceeding tameness of the little
creature, and was often assured by the boys, 'Our Dick is the very best
toad in town.' However, I noticed nothing uncommon until two or three
weeks after they had brought him home, when I was attracted by their
peals of laughter, and presently heard them calling, 'Dick, Dick! come,
Dick!' I slipped out and peeped around the corner of the house, and
beheld a most comical sight--one of the boys down on his knees, holding
out his hands and calling to the toad, which was gravely hopping toward
him, making a peculiar little noise, until he reached the outstretched
hand, into which he hopped and sat contentedly blinking his bright,
bulging eyes. After this I noticed the strange pet more closely, and
found he would always come promptly when his name was called, and seemed
very grateful when presented with a worm or bug. He would come at any
kindly call, but showed greatest preference for eight-year-old,
mischievous Teddy, into whose hand he would always hop, and whom he
would hop around after as long as he would walk around the flower-bed
where Dick made his home, but never beyond its limits. And such pansies,
pinks and other sweet posies I had there!--no cut stem or bitten leaves.
Dick ate all the floral enemies up that ventured there. When the cold
days of autumn came upon us, he left us, and we have seen him no more.
What is the moral of this? Nothing-