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NOTHING SERIOUS.

TREED BT A BUFFALO. Recently an ofßcer of the King's African Rifles was spooring an elephant near Mount Kenia, when he sighted a lone buffalo to his right. Keen for his elephant, he made a wide detour to the left of the line of spoor, to avoid the chance of having to defend himself against the buffalo.

When well past the point where he had seen the buffalo, he returned to the spoor ; but before he had followed it thirty yards, and before he could turn or spring aside, the buffalo, which had been stalking to intercept him, caught him on its horns and tossed him into the flat top of a mimosa-tree, where, luckily, he lodged comparatively unhurt. And there up the tree the doughty old buffalo held him till nightfall J —"Century Magazine." A LAST FAREWELL. To be at the same time rude and polite is an achievement of great difficulty. A French gentleman who had finished his holiday in England, had just paid a very large hotel bill. He was indignant, but his native courtesy was unimpaired. '"Send ze proprietaire to me," he said to the waiter, and presently the host entered. Monsieur was all smiles. " Ah, let me embrace .you !" he cried. "But why do you want to embrace me, sir ? I don't understand." "Ah, saire, but look at zee beel !" "Your bill ! Yes, but what of it?" "Vot of it ? Vy, it means zat I s'all nevaire, nevaire see you again, saire." —"Ledger." LOST OPPORTUNITIES. The insect followed "with boyish glee, When caught quite frequently proves a bee With a ruthless sting, and the fragrant rose, When gathered, a thorn will oft disclose. The cup that is sweet to the lips to-night May be fraught with pain ere the morn grows bright. There's never a joy, howe'er intense, Unwatched by the Demon of Consequence. Yet we follow the insect and seek the flower, And sigh for th« want of a jovial hour, Nor dream of the grim and serious hurt, Small disappointments , may oft avert. In the average great that fate must strike. What we wished for and got and didn't like, Should help us to think with le6s regret On what we wanted and didn't get. —"The Lamp."

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King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 570, 24 May 1913, Page 3

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NOTHING SERIOUS. King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 570, 24 May 1913, Page 3

NOTHING SERIOUS. King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 570, 24 May 1913, Page 3

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