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A BnIGur OSE.-The brightest little
chap for his size and age, that we ever saw
was one whom we lately came across tor
turing ex-tadpoles in spring on a road
side in New Jersey, altogether out Of "sight
and hearing" of any human habtaiion.


Man is a talking animal, and he must
talk. So we, having not had an opportu-
nifty for two hours, couldn't resist the temp
tation of talking to this bare headed and
bare footed genius,


"Where do you live, my sonl'' inquired
we, Just as he had stirred up a big bull
frog from the mud with mullen stalk.


81 don't live no where only home."


"Where is your homel"


"Over the hill, next house to Mr.. Wag-
ner's."


slave you any parents livingf"


"What's theml"


81 mean have YOU a father and a mother!'


ayes, sir, but Pap's went dead a good
while, and mother says she wont stand it,
cause its to hard work."


"What work does she dol"


"Milks the COW and all sorts o things.


ais your mother a pious woman-a good
christianl"


"No. sir-she's Dutchmani'


Here the little genius went to stirring
I'D the frogs again, as much as to say, ''don't
disturb me with further interrogations; and
so we left him.