Trumpeter comes out. Take bugle from him, and give
the call. General in Command rubs his eyes sleepily, and says he'll be
down presently.
5 A.M.--Hurry back to station. Catch early cattle-train going back to
Berlin. Jump on engine, and declare myself. Wire approach down line,
and tear away with the cattle, at seventy miles an hour, getting
back to Berlin just in time for breakfast. Fancy I woke them up!
Altogether, a very enjoyable outing.
* * * * *
[Illustration: GENUINE ENTHUSIASM.
(_A Thaw Picture_.)
WHAT MATTER AN INCH OR TWO OF SURFACE-WATER, IF THE ICE BE STILL SOUND
UNDERNEATH!]
* * * * *
"ROUGE ET NOIR!"
OR, JONATHAN'S PERPLEXING PROBLEM.
(_SOME WAY AFTER HOSEA BIGLOW'S "JONATHAN TO JOHN."_)
_Jonathan (who has been reading the Articles on "The Negro Question in
the United States," in the English "Times") loq._:--
It may be ez you're right, JOHN,
And both my hands _are_ full;
_You_ know ez I can fight, JOHN,
(I've wiped out "Sitting Bull").
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
We see our fix," sez he.
"The 'Thunderer's' paw lays down the law,
Accordin' to J.
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