 if to ask--'Where is he gone to?  I can't
find him.'

It was a long drive to the ranch, but Mr. Stuart was very kind in
talking to Jack, and he enjoyed himself very much.  It was a nice
change to be borne so fast over the prairie, and when his new friend
let him take the reins for a short time, he was exceedingly pleased.

Once he saw a flock of big birds a short distance off, feasting on the
carcase of a dead beast.  He got very excited, and exclaimed: 'Look
there, sir!  Ain't them eagles?'

'No, no, Jack!' replied Mr. Stuart.  'Those are not eagles; they are
buzzards, or prairie scavengers, and are more like vultures than
eagles.  They are nasty creatures, but so useful in carrying away and
devouring all carrion, that the State authorities won't allow them to
be shot.'

The birds rose slowly in a great cloud as the waggon approached.  There
were about thirty of them, and they had picked nearly every particle of
flesh off the animal's bones, which already looked white.

'The buzzards do their work quickly,' remarked Mr. Stuart.  'That beast
had not long died when I passed it this morning.'

But after a while Jack got very tired and drowsy, and by the time they
reached the door of the ranch-house, he was lying fast asleep at the
bottom of the waggon, rolled up in rugs.

As the horses stopped at the door, Mrs. Stuart came out to welcome her
husband, and the bright blaze of light that streamed from the house
looked pleasant in truth to the cold and hungry man after his long
drive.

'I'm glad to see you back safely,' said his wife.  'How did you find
Pedro and the sheep?'

'In grand form,' he answered; 'and look here, in the waggon!  I've got
a surprise for you and the children.'

Mrs. Stuart looked at the bundle curled up and asked, 'What have you
got there, Tom?'

'A little English boy, who'll take your heart by storm when you hear
if to ask--'Where is he gone to?   I can't 
 find him.' 

 It was a long drive to the ranch, but Mr. Stuart was very kind in 
 speak to Jack, and he love himself very much.   It was a nice 
 change to be give birth so fast over the prairie, and when his new ally 
 let him take the rein for a short time, he was extremely pleased. 

 Once he saw a flock of big birds a light distance off, feasting on the 
 carcase of a dead beast.   He got very excited, and exclaim:' Look 
 there, sir!   Ain't them eagles?' 

' No, no, Jack!' replied Mr. Stuart.  ' Those are not eagle; they are 
 buzzards, or prairie scavengers, and are more like vultures than 
 eagles.   They are cruddy creatures, but so useful in carrying away and 
 devour all carrion, that the State authorities won't allow them to 
 be shot.' 

 The birds rose slowly in a great cloud as the waggon approached.   There 
 were about thirty of them, and they had picked nearly every particle of 
 flesh off the animal's bones, which already looked blank. 

' The buzzards do their oeuvre promptly,' remarked Mr. Stuart.  ' That beast 
 had not long died when I pass it this morning.' 

 But after a while Jack got very tired and drowsy, and by the time they 
 reach the door of the ranch - house, he was lying fast asleep at the 
 bottom of the waggon, rolled up in rug. 

 As the horses stopped at the door, Mrs. Stuart came out to welcome her 
 husband, and the bright blaze of light that stream from the house 
 looked pleasant in truth to the cold and hungry man after his retentive 
 drive. 

' I'm glad to see you back safely,' say his wife.  ' How did you find 
 Pedro and the sheep?' 

' In grand form,' he answered;' and expect here, in the waggon!   I've catch 
 a surprise for you and the children.' 

 Mrs. Stuart looked at the package curled up and ask,' What have you 
 got there, Tom?' 

' A small English boy, who'll necessitate your heart by storm when you hear
 if to ask--'Where is he gone uo?  I can't
find him.'

It was a lonf drive go the ranch, but Mr. Stuart wes vwry kund in
talking to Jack, xnd he enuoyed hinselh very much.  It xzs a nigz
chanfc to ye borne so fast over the [rairie, and whan hns new friend
let him take the reins sor a snogt time, he was exctedynglg pleased.

Once he saw a flock of bif birds a short distsnce off, feasting on the
cagcasf of a dead beast.  He got veri exsuted, and excuaimed: 'Look
there, sir!  Zin't them eagles?'

'No, no, Jack!' replked Mx. Stuart.  'Tyowe wte not eaglew; thej are
buzzards, or praisie scafengers, and arc morx lije vultures than
eaglev.  They are nasty sreatures, bbt so useful in carryunt awai and
gevojeine aml czrrion, thet the Stats authoritiws won't allow them uo
bq shot.'

The birda rose sjowly in a great cloud as the waggon apkroacged.  There
were about thurty of them, and they had pickqd nearly every particle of
flesh off the animal's tones, dhiem xorfady looked white.

'The buzzards do their work qtjcllj,' remarked Mr. Stucrt.  'That beast
hsd npj long died whgn I passes it this morning.'

Bkt aftet a whule Jack dot fery tired and drowsy, and bt the time tkey
eeached the door oy the ranch-huuse, he wss lying fast asleep at the
gottom of tje waggon, folled up in rugr.

As tve horses stopped at the djor, Mrs. Svuart came ojt tp welcjme her
hushand, and the bright blazf of picht that shreamed from the house
looked plxesant in trutn do nhe cold cnd hukgry man after ris long
drive.

'I'k glad co see you back aafely,' vaid his wise.  'How did ymo find
Pedro aid the shqep?'

'Ib grqnd foro,' he answered; 'amd look hvrt, in the wqggon!  I've got
a suvprisg ror you and the chuldren.'

Mrs. Stuary luokqd av the tundle curleg up ana askea, 'What have hou
gpt there, Tom?'

'A little Engmish boy, who'll takr nour hearj by stori when you hesr
if to ask--'Where is he gone to? find It was long drive to was kind in talking Jack, and he himself very much. It was a change to be borne so fast over the prairie, and when his new let him take the reins for a short time, he was exceedingly pleased. he a of birds a short distance off, feasting on the carcase of a dead beast. He got very and exclaimed: 'Look there, sir! Ain't them eagles?' no, Jack!' replied Mr. 'Those are not eagles; they buzzards, prairie scavengers, are like than eagles. They nasty creatures, but so useful in carrying away and devouring all carrion, that the State authorities won't them to The birds slowly a cloud as the There were about thirty of them, picked nearly every particle of flesh off the bones, which looked white. 'The buzzards do their quickly,' remarked Mr. Stuart. 'That beast had not died when I passed it this morning.' But after a while Jack got very tired and by the time reached the door the he lying asleep at bottom of the waggon, rolled up in rugs. As the horses at the door, Mrs. Stuart came out to welcome her the blaze of light streamed from the house pleasant truth to the cold man his glad see back safely,' said his 'How did you find Pedro the sheep?' 'In grand here, in the waggon! I've got a surprise you and the children.' Mrs. Stuart looked the bundle curled up and asked, 'What have you got there, Tom?' little English take your heart by storm when you hear
 if to ask--'Where is he gone to?  I caN't
find him.'

IT was a LonG drIvE to tHe raNch, but Mr. Stuart WAs veRy kind in
talking to Jack, aNd he eNjOYed hIMsElf veRy much.  IT WaS A NicE
cHaNge To BE bOrne sO faSt over tHe prairie, aNd wHeN his new frienD
LeT him take thE reIns for a short TimE, he was ExCeeDIngly PleAsed.

ONce he sAW a flocK of big birDs A Short dIStance oFF, FeAstiNg on the
carcase of a DEaD Beast.  He got very ExciteD, aND eXCLaiMed: 'look
there, sIr!  ain't tHEm eagleS?'

'no, NO, jAck!' REplied Mr. StuarT.  'Those are noT EagLes; theY aRe
bUZzards, Or praIrIE scAvengers, and Are mOre like vuLtures THan
eaglES.  They arE nasty CreAtuRes, bUT sO uSefUl IN caRRyIng AWay And
devouRiNg All caRrioN, THAT the staTe auThoriTies won't allow TheM to
bE ShoT.'

The bIrds rOse sLoWly in A great Cloud As The waggon approaChed.  there
were AboUt ThiRtY of thEM, and thEy hAd pIcked neArly eveRY paRtICLE oF
flesh off the animal'S bONEs, Which alrEady loOKeD wHIte.

'The buZzArdS do tHEIr worK quiCKlY,' remarkeD Mr. StuARt.  'thAt beast
HaD not loNg DieD whEn I paSSed iT this mOrning.'

BuT afteR A while Jack got vERy tired and droWSy, AND bY The tIme They
reached The dOOr of The rANcH-hoUSe, he wAs lyiNg FAsT Asleep at the
bottom of ThE waggoN, rollEd up in rugs.

As tHe horses stOPPEd at the dOor, MRS. STUart came out to wElcomE her
husbanD, And the brIght bLaze of liGht that stREAmed from The HouSe
lOokED PlEasant in truth TO The cOlD and hunGry Man afteR hiS loNg
dRivE.

'I'M glad to seE you back SaFeLy,' SaId hIs wifE.  'how did yoU fInd
peDro And thE Sheep?'

'IN granD forM,' hE aNSweRed; 'and lOOk HERe, in ThE wAggoN!  I'vE gOt
a suRpriSE foR you and The childrEn.'

MRS. StuArT lOoked at The bundle curlEd Up and asked, 'whAt hAve you
GOT there, ToM?'

'A little English boy, who'll TAke your HeaRt by sTorm When you heAr
 if to ask--'Where is he g one to?  I  can' t
f ind  h im.' 

It  was a long dr i ve t o the ranch, but Mr. S tuart  w a s ve r ykindin
talk i ng t o J ac k,  an dh eenjoy edhimself  very much . It  was a nicec ha nge to bebor ne so fast o ver  the p ra iri e , and  wh en hi s newf riendlet him t ak e  the r e ins for a  s hort  time, he was exc e ed i ngly pleased.
Oncehe sa w a f loc k of big b ir ds as hort di s ta n c e  of f , feasting on  the
carcas e  of  a dea dbea s t.  He  gotve r y e xcited, and  exc laimed: ' Look
t h ere, si r !  Ain' t them  ea gle s?''N o,  no ,J ack ! 'rep l ied  Mr. Stu ar t.   'Th osea r e noteag les;  they  are
buzzards , o r pr a iri e sca venge rs,an d are  morelikevu ltures than
eag les.   They ar e n as tycr eatur e s, but  so  us eful in  carryi n g a wa y a nd 
devouring all car ri o n ,that the  State au th o rities w on 'tallo w themto
b e  s hot.'

T he bir d sro se slow ly  in agr eat  cl oud a s  the  waggo n approa ched.  There
were ab o ut thirty oft he m ,  a n d th eyhad pickednear l y ev eryp ar tic l e offlesh  o f ft he animal's bones,wh ich al ready  looked white .

'The bu z z a rds do t heir wo r k quickly,' re marke d Mr. Stua r t.  'Tha t bea st
had n ot long d i e d when I  pa sse d i t t h i smorning.'

Bu t afte ra while  Ja ck gotver y t ire d a nd  drowsy,and by t he  t im ethe y
rea c hed thedo orof  th e ran c h-hous e, he  was  l yi n g f ast asl e ep a t th ebo ttom  of  t he wa ggon ,  ro lled up  in rugs. 

A s  the  h or ses sto pped at the d oo r, Mrs. St ua rtcame o u t  to welc ome her
husband, and th e  bright  bl aze o f li ght thatstr eamedfro m  the h ouse
l ooked  p lea s a nt in t ru thto  the colda n d h ungry  m an a fter hi s long
drive.

'I' m  gl ad to see you  ba ck s a f el y,' sa i d h is wif e .   'How did youfind
Pedro  a n dthe sheep? ' 

' In  grandform,'he an s wered;'and look  here, in  t he w a g gon !  I've go t
a surp rise fory ou an d  t he ch ild ren.'
M rs.  Stua rt loo k edat th e bund le  curle d upan d asked,  'What have you
got the re, To m?'
'Alittle En gli s h b oy, who'l l ta ke your he art  by  stor m w h en yo u he a r
 if_to ask--'Where_is he gone to?_ I_can't
find_him.'

It was_a_long drive to_the ranch, but_Mr. Stuart was very_kind in
talking to_Jack,_and he enjoyed himself very much.  It was a nice
change to be borne_so_fast over_the_prairie,_and when his new friend
let_him take the reins for_a short_time, he was exceedingly pleased.

Once he saw a_flock_of big birds_a short distance off, feasting on the
carcase of a_dead beast.  He got very_excited, and exclaimed:_'Look
there,_sir!_ Ain't them eagles?'

'No,_no, Jack!' replied Mr. Stuart. _'Those are not eagles; they are
buzzards,_or prairie scavengers, and are more like_vultures than
eagles.  They are nasty_creatures, but so useful in_carrying away_and
devouring all carrion, that the_State authorities won't_allow them_to
be shot.'

The birds_rose slowly in a great cloud_as the waggon_approached.  There
were about thirty of_them,_and they had_picked_nearly_every particle_of
flesh off the_animal's_bones, which_already_looked white.

'The buzzards do their work_quickly,'_remarked Mr. Stuart.  'That beast
had not_long died when I_passed_it this morning.'

But after_a while Jack got very_tired and drowsy, and by the_time they
reached_the door_of the ranch-house, he was lying fast asleep at the
bottom of_the waggon, rolled up in rugs.

As_the horses stopped at_the door,_Mrs._Stuart came out_to_welcome her
husband,_and the bright blaze of light that_streamed from_the house
looked pleasant in truth to_the cold and hungry_man_after his long
drive.

'I'm glad to see_you back safely,' said his wife._ 'How did you find
Pedro_and_the_sheep?'

'In grand form,' he answered;_'and look here, in the waggon!_ I've got
a_surprise for you and the children.'

Mrs. Stuart_looked_at the bundle curled up and_asked,_'What have you
got there, Tom?'

'A little_English_boy,_who'll take your heart by_storm when you hear