The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-10-30

But Bunny wasn't asleep. He was
thinking. He was trying to make up
his mind about something. There was
no wav of finding out what It was that
he was trying to make up ms mlnd
about. He might have been wondering
why some plants didn't grow with their
roots uppermost, so that he could get
at them without rubbing his little nose
in the dirt or why trees were not good
to eat right through trunk and all Or
he might have been trying to determine
whether it would be better for HIM to
90 over to 'Liiah Ford's garden and try
to get a bite at some cabbage leaves, or
to run down to the field jnst outside of
tbe woods. where he would very likely
meet a certain little girl rabbit that he
knew very well.
But whatever it was, he had no
sooner made up his mind about it than
he gave one big hop and was out of
| sight in minute.
"There !'' cried Kate, "be's gone %
"I reckon he thought he'd guv
Won bout chance enough, Miss Kate, !"
said a voice behind her, and, turning
hurriedly, she saw Uncle Braddock.
"Why, how did you come here ?" she
exclaimed '' I didn't hear YOU"
"Reckon not, Miss Kate said the
old man. ''You don't s'pose [ was
agoin' to frighten away yer game. I
somethin', and 1 jist creeped along, a
! little time, to see what it was. Why,
what did come over you Miss Kate, to
| let that old har' go? It was the puttiest
shot ever did see."
Oh, I couldn't fire at the dear little
thing while it was eating SO prettily," "
said Kate, letting down the hammer of
the gun as easily as she could ' and
then he cut up such funny little capers
that l came near laughing right out. [
| couldn't shoot him while he was so
happy, and I'm glad I didn't do it at
all
"Al right, Miss Kate" said Uncl
! Braddock, as he started off on his
way through the woods "that may be
very pious way to go a-hunting, but
1t won't bring you in much meat.
| When Harry came back from hunting
| for the bee-tree, which he didn't find,
| he saw Kate walking slowly down the
! path toward the village, the gun under
| her arm, with the muzzle carefully
pointed toward the ground. From
=" What Might Haze Been ErDected, -
6y Frank IL. Stockton, in st. Nicholas.
The Mouse and the BumbIe-Bee.
There was once a bumble-bee who
used to go every day to gather honey,
and as he was most eff the time away
from home, he could not keep his house
neat and tidy. So he got a motherly-
| looking old mouse to keep house for
| him. The next day, after the mouse
| had finished her morning work, and was
out of doors to get breath of fresh air,
| a muddsuber came along. He said,
''Good morning, Mrs. Mouse What
are you doing here %
! She answered, 81 am keeping house
/ for Mr. Bumble-bee.
Scan I come and live with you p
said the muddauber.
/ 'fOh, no - she replied, eve cannot
have any one who daubs mud around
the house. So he went away.
Then came rat. How are you,
Mrs. Mouse ?" said he, "I would like
to live with you
"No, Mr.. Rat, you cannot" said the
mouse, sc for you will eat our cheese
and gnaw our table-cloths. So the ra'
| went away.
He had just gone, when a large grey
hen came along. She also asked the
mouse if she might live with her.
Then the mouse said, "What can yoT
do, old hen ?"
The hen said she could lay a fresl
egg every day. So the mouse told he
she might stay. The hen soon fount
some straw and laid an egg. The moust
went to neighbor's house and got SOM
| cheese. just then the bumble-bee cam
home with some honey. So they had
fresh egg, some cheese and honey 70
dinner and they were all well pleased
! st, Nicholas