Mexico weekly ledger., 1883-03-08
Some Animal Stories.

Il used to know a lot of stories
about animals and things" said the
old man, dropping a Nevada paper
and regarding the exchange editor
earnestly. 'Some of 'em was quite
curtis and interestin," and he leaned
back in his chair and joined his finger
tips meditatively.
'.Animals do some very strange
things, assented the exchange editor.
(Which reminds me of my roam
mare" continued the old man. 81
think that roam mare EnoT'd more n
a hired girl. She had tail that
reached the ground, and you ought
TO see that mare catch trout"
'sHow did she do it?" asked the
exchange editor, Frightening up.
'Well, sir, she'd back up to the
stream and flip heretail in the water,
and out they'd come. Sometimes the.
cir would just be full O. trout, and
the old mare a fishin' and that tail
flyin' around landin' the biggest fish
ever seen. oh, she was old Sagaclty.
Once man stood watchin' her and
dodgin' the fish, and all of suddint
he referred to one as a speckled
beauty. That roam mare just turned
around and kicked his brains out"
''Served him right" commented
the exchange editor energetically.
''But she died." sighed the old
man.
''How did that happen?"
'sTne trout fixed it up on her.
One day about gross o 'em got hold
of her tail to once and hauled her in.
She made it pretty lively for 'em and
when she went under a good many
fish came to the surface laughin' |"
''That's pretty strong conceded
the exchange editor.
''Speakin' of strength reminds me
of how my old brindle cat used to
open clans. She'd sit around and
howl until the clam opened bis shell
to throw an old boot at her, and then
she'd stick in her claw and tickle the
soles of his feet till he got to sleep,
and then she had him. CLANS is a
very sagacious bird, too. Ever watch
one p"
''Not until he was cooked" sighed
the exchange editor.
II had one that was light up on
himself. The flies and mosquitoes
used to bother him, when he opened
his shell, until he caught spider and
made him weave a web across his
mouth, and then he was happy.
Curtis thing about the clam. After
that he used to open himself IN the
back to feed; opened on the hinge
end SOS not to disturb the spider.
My darter claimed that be was a
young female and hooked up behind,
but we know'd better.''
"Can you show the clam now!"
groaned the exchange editor.
i'No, sir,'' replied the old man SOL
emnly. "He came to grief, too. You
see that clam was very fond of rats,
and he used to sit in front of a rat
hole all day long and smell like cheese.
We never could get on how he did it,
but he did. That was his sagacity.
When the rats came out he'd go for
'em, and I've seen him get eighty to
a hundred a day. One day he nip
ped a stager, and that was the last of
him."
'Make it Short" muttered the ex-
chauSc eultOr.
eyes, sir. Well, he got the rat by
the tail, and the rat just climbed over
and tlckled him on the other end.
He opened and caught the rats foot,
but of course lost his grip on the tail.
The rat began to scratch him pretty
badly until the clam opened and took
in another foot. In that way the rat
got all four feet inside the SHE'LL
"Well, what then?' r..
"The rest wasn't very hard. The
rat sprawled around until he got his
head and body in. Then he had
him."
II don't see how,' demonstrated
the exchange editor.
"Just here; there wasn't room fol-
'em both in that shell, and the clam
had to get out, and out he came"
"Where did he go?" inquired the
exchange editor.
II don't know" answered the ole
man, impressively.
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