|A FORT STEELE taxidermist has presented this office with a stuffed
bird of prey about nine feet high, which we have put up in _The Boomerang_
office, and hereby return thanks for. It is a kind of a cross between a
dodo and a meander-up-the-creek. Its neck is long, like the right of way
to a railway, and its legs need some sawdust to make them look healthy.
Those who subscribe for the paper, can look at this great work of art
free.
This bird is noted for its brief and horizontal alimentary canal. It
has no devious digestive arrangements, but contents itself with an
economical and unostentatious trunk-line of digestion so simple that any
child can understand it. He (or she, as the case may be) in his (or her)
stocking feet can easily look over into next fall, and when standing in
our office, peers down at us from over the stove-pipe in a reproachful
way that fills us with remorse.
We have labeled it "The Democrat Wading Up Salt Creek" and filed it away
near the skull of an Indian that we killed years ago when we got mad and
wiped out a whole tribe. The geological name of this bird we do not at
this moment recall, but it is one of those sorrowful-looking fowls that
stick their legs out behind when they fly, and are not good for food.
Parties wishing to see the bird, and subscribe for the _Home Journal_
can obtain an audience by kicking three times on the last hall door on
the left and throwing two dollars through the transom.