The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-09-15
WENT TO SEE THE BoIS.

The Fat Contributor writing from ! ITS to the Cincinna,! ss1.atd.y NSht says;
 Ny fellow tourist, Jones. understands cry liule Trench He remarked ;o ne. re other day, Why can, we So and see ;se boys"
 Wha, boys" asked.
 Why, the boys of Boulogny, of course. v .e replied Il don, know boulogny. ,hoagh have frequently eaten his saul ages in America but understand that Q one comes 10 Paris withou, going to see his boys. I'm one of the boys my self Iones added, with an expressive siak. and I'm sure we l get on all right :ase,her. But say. now, hasn't old Bou- asay got any girls:
 hastened 10 explain that the Bois de toulogne was a beautiful and extensive oark, tha, in former days was grea; :ores,. hence the name. told how the fores, was once filled with robbers, who .rove thriving business until the wood was transformed into park. and occu- a,ed by restaurants, when they retired in disgust.
 Why were the robbers disgus,ed - lones asked.
 Because the restaurant proprietors ould rob more scientifically than they could," replied for after an unfor- lana,e visitor had passed through tkeir hands there wasn't anything left for the poor robbers to take. So they were com pelled to sell out at great sacrihce and engage in other pursuits"
 ~Became Paris cabrnen, suppose said Jones, rehectively. ''l have won 1ered whence they sprang. and this the T pursuit of human prey. and the dia- bolical exulta,ion with which they run down some unfortunate crossing the street is relic of bandiii life Then Iones made memorandum of Ii in his notebook, which he will doubtless elab- crate in his next letter 10 his county pa 5eT.
 furthermore informed my companion hat the park was a famous daeling- ground. It is there that Paris editors nave been accustomed to resort in order 70 settle their little differences. Jones shudde.ed, and said that he supposed blood was almost knee-deep where the editors fought. I,was a sword disappoini- ment to him afterwards not to be able to discover any sanguinary traces of these encounters l presume he expected to ind vast graveyard in the vicinity filled with monuments erected to the memory of journalists who had been killed in duels. l smiled to think how little my fr:end Jones knows abou, editors in Paris or anywhere else.
 We preferred to walk in the Bois, and when we dismissed our cab al the Porte Dauph;ne the cabman, after receiving s.s fare, extended his hand with the terse eu, significant remark, Poay6oiyf.'
 Poor boy." exclaimed Jones. lndig- aan,ly, "how's this? We've paid this fellow the fare he demanded, and no~ he asks charity under the utterly trans parent presense of being a poor boy. It's preposterous. He's fifty, at least, and I've no doubt owns half dozen cabs himself. He ought to be arrested as an impossor."
 Nonsense, Jones' said l, '@poE,5oiy. $ the cabmans grztuiy, and means drink-noney- h goes great way with cabby, particularfy when he has to go . great way for his drink"
 aIsee,n growled Jones "It's anothe, pour Bois de Boulogne, su ,pose,5 and he was as gium as pour boi !. al husk- ing for some time after.
 "This," said l, as ve passed through the porte, sis one of the celebrated forti- icafions of Paris.n
 -Where are the other thity-nine asked Jones, eyeing the emhankmen, critically.
 Thirsy-nine whas.' said l.
 Fica,ions,' replied Jones. You sa, If Is one of the 70 6cations, so l suppose there must be g more lying round some waere'
 Of course we visited L1 Graais Czs-