Aikuaw Iftffi.A. riovx E« totd of Dwy-ni gm iportsma*—win mat, I* Arkitm. a tegalmi ‘■cbildof the woods (rather large fer‘achlM1 being jfkE Mx-*f8eUfiKiT ) Tb« Ma e«a* o«ie«d talking shoe! all mHi of busting aat Dory gww n*lt« eloquent over the b««4| oi islpe4bo«tii|, which ho regarded atthefiasl ■port in the world.H« wdrow it strong1’ about hia own sxyfaita —balng sway from homo—and wanton sawing nmmy about how the snipe roae and f-rll, mntil Haekenaaekia woke op wJfch the q*oa ion—“ What aar* snipe Ir‘ Snipe, s*id Dory,11 arc the boati gaum tint fliaa. I he bind I mean are called English nr VFflm^s snipe, and are splendid1 Loag leg*, long tails, dvaky hue -Stranger, stay ^har ! Vvtd s*en the crittersknow ’em Jlke an aid hoot, iaterrupte t Kaek-eoaochUn. “ 1*to bftMlown io the Lm fiiviDj •waiapa—1 hate * Do you raollr eat bieia *ir critters on North TJt ^OftftaUJy we do, said Dorry s but yon aaid yon had seen down in the Louisiana swamp*— they winter there, I expect.'*‘'Winter and summer both. Thar ar* a few, I should think, in Arkanww I Two of my hey* was down ehoppia’ wood for the itesmcr tJ other day, and thorn a*1 snip* aong so loud they come back at night and said tbar war r camp mootin'' goln’ on down river ”“Slagl Inquired Dory. That ii singular. At the North, as tbev rise, I haro heart1 tfaeiu a tier a low whistle, but never knew they srtng before ,,r?“SingF said the BaekensacMaa—*ibey singso they make my ka’r stand on ©eod Yw raal-Iv akont them «r* critter* on to the North t Strao-ger, if you’ll only come up to my plant* tic a and aboot off the crop thar, I’ll guo too the beat horae yon can pick out, and throw in a QiyRQTto take kaer of him ”“Where do yon liter’naked Dory. “If over I am up your way you'll bare to owe me ahorseand a negro ,r'■Wall Stran^ger, 1 live at Powder heri F’Int on Meto Creek, ’bout- thirty mile* from 5?npo* leoQ, and cuasme if the man tbit ahcots off them ar’ birila for me don't fa* ray eternal fneod ho will’ Look beer the eternal things pitch-* ed Into my youngest child alter it was boro, so that Its head swelled up aa big a* puukin ” “Pitched into your child mvcjk'd head f— blgaa a pumpkin \ Did aalps do thill asked Dory, in great hopes having diavnvered some* tbLBgnoWfcWal they did- 'Leattwiae what yen c»U snipe. We cal I em mus~kee-fcer* !”Grand tableau. Curiam deecoaJs tc flow music oftoddy-sticks, broken Ice and the aoog of an Arkansas Snipe1