Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 164, 27 May 1916 — Page 15

THK RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, MAY 27, 1916

ED ARRO ELMER RUSSELL M'GREGOR H Both Boys and Girls Will Enjoy This Story

A Day of Adventures. Tho next morning, after concealing the carcasses of the deer and

the lioness and assuting himself j hat the plain was tree of enemies, White Otter left his pony in tho foot-hills and set out to explore the mountains. The tales about the fierce creatures which inhabited their rugged fastnesses bad aroused his curiosity, and he was determined to see some of them. He was particularly anxious to find a groat while rain with queer curved horns which liver far up on (lie most inaccessible pinnacles. Yellow Horse had told hiiii that none hut the most daring hunters had ever looked upon it, and White Otter way eager to share the distinction. Among the foot-hills the lad saw many pheasants and several bands of elks, but as he was well supplied with meat he made no attempt to shoot any of them. Then he came to the steep, pine-clad slopes which clothed the base of the mountains. Climbing was hard work, and when he finally left the timber and struggled up to the barren, wind-swept stretches of slide-rock, he was forced to stop for breath. He seated himself on a bonlder and took note of his surroundings. To a lad of the prairie the mountainside was bleak and inhospitable. The trees had dwindled to mere wind-twisted shrubs, and the vegetation had degenerated to a dry black lichen which only added to the somber-' or Copyright, 1916, by The McOlure Newspaper Syndicate, New York. Mr. Fox was trotting one morning through the woods by a river, so he stopped for a drink of water. Just as he was. dipping his head into the water he caught sight of himself in the clear depths and he stopped to admire himself. "I know what I will do," said Mr. Fox. "I will have my picture taken. 1 wonder I never thought of it before. I will run off and ask Mr. Bear if he knows who can photo graph me." Mr. Bear was sitting in his doorway smoking his pipe when Mr. Fox came along. ' I want to have my picture tak en, satu Mr. J'ox. uu juu njww where 1 can find anyone to do it? And I particularly want a good picture of my tail." Now Mr. Bear had been to a circus once and he remembered that a man took his picture, so be said to Mr. Fox: "Why, 1 can take it; I know all about how it is done, but you will have to come back tomorrow because I haven't any outfit just now." "All right; I will be back In the morning, early," said Mr. Fox. So Mr. Bear scurried about. First he got a box which he put on top of the stump of a tree, then he hunted up a piece of black cloth, but where he should find a picture he did not know. ' Mr. Bear searched everywhere for a picture that would look like Mr. Fox. but none did he find. "He said he particularly wanted a good picture of his bushy tail," said Mr. Bear. "Perhaps this will do,"- he SAVE THE JUNIORS The Juniors are put out in such a handy form that you can easily keep them. Lay them aside carefully after you have read them. In a year from now you will be glad to take them out and read them. No one tires of reading old stories over and over. At the end of the year you will have fifty-two issues, enough for a good book. Save the Juniors.

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ness of the old gray rocks it adorned. The Sioux felt, depressed; he missed the grass and the flowers and the birds, and he looked longingly upon his beloved plain.

After a long, exhausting climb White Otter at last came to the edge of the vast precipitous snowfield whirft extended to the very base of the pinnacles he wished to explore. It was an unfamiliar barrier, and the lad mistrusted it. He was forced to cut footholds in its icy crust, and the ascent became difficult and dangerous. When he was half-way to the top he was halted by a thunderous rear from a giant peak at his-left, and, turning his head, he saw a great avalanche of sliding snow sweep down the mountainside. It suggested a new peril, and While Otter shuddered as he realized that the frozen mass over which lie was crawling might break loose at any moment. Then he suddenly came upon the foot prints of the great white rani. They differed from those of the elk, the deer, and the antelope, and White Otter knew them at once. As the trail was fresh, he determined to follow it. It led him across the face of a. treacherous ledge. The old medicine-man had told him that these agile animals could walk where no ether foot, could follow, and the lad believed that his words were true. The ledge shrank to a mere shelf, which Ft retched across an almost perpendicular wall of rip 1 said at last. "This is good and bushy, too." Off he ran to bis home with the picture and put it in the box under the black cloth. The next morning Mr. Fox came around to have his picture taken. Mr. Bear put his head under the black cloth that was over tbe box and said, "Now, stand very still, Mr. Fox. Turn your head a little to the side and stand so your beautiful tail will show a little more. Now, stand still just a min ute." Mr. Fox stood so still he did not wink for fear of spoiling the picture, and just as he was sure he should sneeze and spoil it Mr. Bear said, "That's all. Mr. Fox. Be seated a minute and I will show you a beautiful picture of yourself." In a few minutes Mr. Rear took from the box the picture he had put there and handed it to Mr. Fox. "There," he said, "did you ever see such a beautiful tail?" Mr. Fox, all smiles, took the picture. He gave one look at it and then dropped' it with a howl and tried to look at his tail. He saw the end of it just as it always had looked, but he ran to the river to get a better view. Mr. Bear ran after him. "What is the matter Mr. Fox?" he asked. "Doesn't the picture please you?" I am sure you could never get a more beautiful picture of a bushy tail than that." Mr. Fox sank on the bank of the river with a sigh of relief, and then he said, "Where did she get that tail she held up for everybody to look at?" "Who?" asked Mr. Bear. "Why, the lady in the picture," said Mr. Fox. "1 thought at first!

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ice-crusted rock, and White Otter realized that a false step would plunge him to the bottom of a ean-

! on more than :i thousand fret tip i low. Then he came to a, place where the rocky wall bulged and cut deep into the narrow trail, and he stopped in dismay. It seemed foolhardy to go farther, for the tiny shell which led around the projection was scarcely wider than his hand. White Otter found himself in a perilous predicament. Unable to turn around, he was trapped on the narrow ledge of slippery rock. He gazed hopelessly down into space, and j then tip at the towering wall of ! granite. His only choice was to j round the projection in the hope of I finding a wider trail on the other side. Realizing that delay would only weaken his courage. White Otter prepared to make the daring at tempt. He found a handhold in the granite and, with his body crowded close against the rook, he slowly edged his way along the narrow shelf. It was a torturing ordeal, and he was compelled to strain his muscles almost to the breakingpoint before the finally clambered safely around the obstruction and found a wider ledge. The lad had barely recovered from his exertion when ho heard the rattle of loosened stones and saw tho white ram bounding away. As it was out of range he made no they had cut off my tail, and I could almost hear the dogs and horses chasing after me. I don't like that picture. Is that the best you can do?" "If you don't like that tail in the picture, Mr. Fox, you are hard to please. Why it is far handsomer than your own. I thought you would lige," said Mr. Bear. "You are not a judge of handsome, bushy tails, it seems, Mr. Bear," said Mr. Fox, growing very angry, "liesides that, I wanted a picture of my own tail, not that of some poor, unfortunate fellow who bad lost his in the chase. I'll go somewhere else for my picture to be taken. Good day?" Do You Know ' This About 9? Arithmetic isn't hard. You can have fun with arithmetic if you will stop to play with it. Take the number nine for instance. It is the most obstinate number in arithmetic. No matter what you do with number nine, it will always turn up. Look at this and see if you do not have the table running from 0 to 9, and from 9 to 0. 1X9 9. 2x9 -18. 3X9-27. 4X9-36. 5X945. 6X954. 7X963. 8X972. 9X981. 10X9-90. Begin at the top of the tens column down and read down and you will read: 1, 2, 3, 4, C, 6, 7, 8, !). Read up the units column and you will have: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. The product of nine always comes to. nine. Multiply by any figure you like and the sum of the digits will invariably add up nine Thus twice 9 is IS; add the digits together and 1 and S makes 9. Three times 9 is 27;-add the digits together and 2 and 7 makes 9. Five times 9 is 45; add the digits together and 4 and 5 makes 9. Take another example. Nine times 45G is 4,104. Add 4, 1, 0, 4 and you have 9. Nine times 6,071 is 45,639. The sum of these digits is 27. Well, 2 and 7 make 9. Now try some examples yourself arid see if the rule of nine always works out. Occasional depression no one can avoid, but ill temper everybody can.

attempt to kill it. The creature's wonderful agility held him spellbound. He watched in amazement as it leaped from crag to crag, raced recklessly along a tiny shelf of rock, and launched itself into space and alighted on a small rocky platform far below. Then looking defiantly up at the intruder, the ram jumped behind a great boulder and disappeared around a shoulder of rock. Realizing the folly of attempting to follow it, White Otter knew that there was nothing to do but to retrace his course. Once more that bulging "chimney" of rock barred his way and threatened him with destruction. Having already accomplished the difficult task, however, he believed he could doit again. At auy rate, he was compelled to try, for there was no other way. Again he flattened his body against, the rock and cautiously slid his feet along the tiny ledge. Once he felt his fingers losing their grip and a deadly weakness seized him, hut he found a new handhold in time to save himself, and once more he clambered safely around the obstruction. White Otter found the descent more perilous than the climb. However, he finally reached the foot of the snow-field without mishap, and made his way down the treacherous stretch of slide-rock. As he nearcd the timber he saw something moving along tho edge of the

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woods. He stopped to watch It.' A moment later he identified the great bear of the mountains, and) his heart filled with joy. He told himself that here was the chanceto prove his courage, for among his' people a necklace of bear-claws was accepted as undisputable proof of bravery. The lad had the wind in his face, and he felt sure that the bear ba! not discovered him. It was a huge animal, and as he looked at It, the. young Sioux recalled many tales! of the ferocity of these surly beasts.J

He knew that, once aroused, it would fight him to the death, and the thought put him upon his mettle. White Otter realized that he must get close, for he had heard that it required many arrows to kill these powerful brutes. He wondered how he might approach within bow-shot. He crawled slowly for-, ward among the rocks, but before he had covered half the necessary! distance the bear disappeared into the forest. Fearful of losing his! opportunity, White Otter rose and' hurried recklessly to tbo edge of the woods. Concealing himself, behind a treo, he peered anxiousjy' into the shadows. There was no sign of the bear, and, although he held bis breath to listen, his keen ears caught no sound. The lad was puzzled. It seemed impossible for an animal of such size to have disappeared so quietly. (More Next Saturday. at the Age of Three