Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1902-11-21

foot-log across the river and in the
darkness slipped and turned 22a somer-
saults before he lit in the river, scar
ing the old gentlemen out OF seven
years growth. One morning A. J.
took his shotgun and went out to see
if he could kill grouse for breakfast;
one OF the hounds went with him.
They had not been out long when the
hound started cat OF the wild variety
which treed in thick clump of brush.
Mr.. Falknor on coming up could see q
brown spot about the size Of a grouse
in the thick brush. He blazed away
with his shotgun and carved his
monogram or the cats rear with No.
A shot. The way the cat jumped was
delightful to see. He turned over in
the air sixteen times before he lit on
the ground, and he also lit running.
It was not long until the hound treed
the animal again. This time Mr..
Falknor handed him charge of buck
shot and the cat went to land where
tails are furnished free of charge. One
morning, Mr.. Levi Falknor was out
in the lovely forest when he ran on to
hotel conducted by Bill Hornetti,
Esq. The doors we're closed, the
blinds were down, giving the hotel a
a." To let" appearance. It looked like
Bill wanted to rent the house. After
admiring the hornet hotel little
while, Papa Falknor concluded to
select new site for the hotel, but he
had not gotten far with it when Mr..
Bill Hornetti came down the fire
escape followed by his lady boardera,
to see what was wrong, as the main
entrance was plugged up. The lady
hornets were the last to come out, as
they had to stop and see if their
wings were on straight before they
tackled the fire escape. Papa Falknor
was not long in finding our Washing
ton hotel keepers we're very warm
people. Mr.. Falknor had heard years
ago that if one held his breath he
would not get stung. So he drew a
check on his wind bank, and gently
laid the summer resort on . new site,
and started to retreat, but just then
one OF the lovely female hornets threw
her arms around papa's neck and her
breast-pin got entangled in papa's
whiskers. He cashed in his wind
check with whoop and skated to-
wards camp. That all records in the
running line were broken then and
there, goes without saying Gage con-
sidered). 1t was just half a mile to
camp, but Papa Falknor made it in
80 seconds fiat, as he only hit the
ground in the high spots as he skated
over.
One day the cook asked me to cook
flap. jacks for dinner, while he went to
see if the mules we're still in the land
of the living. John showed me how
much flour and baking-powder to use,
etc., and left. / mixed the -four,
water and powder as told. 1t filled q
pan as big as bath-tub. Ripper, our
chicken dog, had been anchored out
in the river, but had got loose, and
while I was out getting firewood, Rip
per came to camp and took Turkish
bath shampoo in the bread pan. Then
Ripper ran into our tent and crawled
into onr blankets, for fear he would
take o pancake chill, or cracker
fever. We had fried icicles for dinner
with well-whipped dog on the side
(outside). When John came back to
camp he said the mules had got loose
and eaten the following truck that
was handy: One bale of hay, includ.
ing wrapping-paper, one camp stove,
pair of carpet-slippers belonging to
Papa Falknor, one suit of campaign
clothes belonging to A. j., one collar
and tie belonging to the other mule,
and . few other little articles that
were not hung on the moon, or nailed
to the sky. FRANK MossMAN.