The Arizona sentinel., 1885-08-01
OUR LITTLE FOLKS,
Her Name.


 Her Name.
 SIm lostedI Could you ind me, please fS
 Poor, little, frishtsnsd bsbyi
 The wind had tossed her golden fleece.
 The stones had scratched her dinplsd k.ssac
 stopped and lifted her with ease,
 And softly whispered, May bs.
 aTell me your name, my little maid,
 can't find you without h"
 "My name is Shiny EyesI" ass said
 " Yes, but your last7" She shook her hsAAs
 "Up to my house 'sy never said
 single hng about it." i.
 But, dear" said, what is your namsfs
 "Why, didn't you hear me told you7
 Dust shin7 Eye.i" bright thought came:
 "Yes; when you're good but Whsn thsJ hlAns
 You, little one-is't just the same,
 When mamma has to scold you7"
 "My mamma never scolds," shs moanA
 little blush ensuing,
 "'Cept when I've been a-irowins stones;
 And then she says (the cuIprit owns),
 'Mehitabe SapphirA Jones,
 What has you been A-doingf'"
 -AnnG P. Burnh0rs in ths Wids-Av&hA
 Try Again.
 A gentleman was once standing by . little bvook, watching its bounding, gurgling waters. In the midst of his musings he noticed scores of little min. nows making their way up the stream, and in the direction of shoal which waa a foot or more high, and over which the clear, sparkling waters were leaping. They halted . moment or two as if to survey the surroundings. "What now?" inquired the gentleman; "can these little fellows continue their jour. ney any further ?" He soon saw that they wanted to go further up the stream, and were only resting and looking out the best course to pursue in order to little lakelet that lay above the shoAl. All at once they arranged themselves ikea little column of soldiers. and darted up the foaming little shoal, but the rapid current dashed them back in con- fusion. A moments rest and they wero again in the sprayey waters with like To. suits. For an hour or moro they rs- peated their efforts, each time gaining some little advantage. At last, after scorcs and scores of trials, they bounded over the shoal, into the beautiful lake, let, seemingly the happiest Ettlefolks in the world. We'll" said the gentle man, "here is my lesson. I'll never again give up trying when l undertake anything. did not see how these little people of the brook could possibly scale the shoal-it seemed impossible, but they were determined to cross 1t. This was their purpose, and they never ceased trying until they were sporting in the waters above it.-Kind Words.
 The Elephant and the Lssch.
 One evening, soon after my arrival in Eastern Assam, and while the five ele- phants were, as usual, being fed opposite the bungalow, I observed a young and lately caught one step up to bamboo. stake fence and quietly pull one of the stakes up. Placing it under foot 1t broke a piece of the stake, and, after lifting it to its mouth, threw it away. It repeated this twice or thrice, and then drew an- other stake and began again. Seeing that the bamboo was old and dry, I asked the reason of this, and was told to wait and see what it would do. At last it seemed to get piece that suited, and holding it in the trunk firmly, and stepping the left fore-leg well forward, passed the piece of bamboo under the arm-pit, so to speak, and began to scratch with some force. My surprise reached it's climax whom | saw large elephant-leech fall to the ground, quite si1 inches long and as thick as one's finger, and which from it's position could not be easily detached without this scraper or scratch, which was deliberately made by the elephant. I subsequently, found that it was com- mon occurrence. Leech scrapers arc used by every elephant daily. On an other occasion, when travelling at time of year when the large flies are 30 tor. menting to an elephant, I noticed that the one I rode had no fan or whip to beat them of with. The mahout, at my order, slackened pace and allowed herto go to the side of the road, where for some moments she moved along, rum- maging the smaller jungle on the bank. At last she came to cluster of young shoots well branched, and, after feeling ameng them, selected one, raised her trunk, and neatly stripped down tho stem, taking of all the lower branches and leaving fine bunch on top. She deliberately cleaned it down several times, and then, laying hold at the low CT end, broke of 6 beautiful switch about five feet long, handle included. With this she kept the flies at bay ss she went along, Tapping them of on each side every now and then. Say what we may, these are bona-fide imple- ments, each intellgently made tor den'