Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

ow, a rattlesnake sprung open his spa

subterfuge to get the serpent to remove his fascinating regard, "but I am lost in contemplation of yonder

ouch of irony in his voice. "There is nothing

continued the sparrow. "Handsome fellow! Fifteen cubits high, with s

," said the snake. "Every way infe

eally interesting child," per

ected deeply. He sol

is songster is speaking the truth. One chance in ten thousand million of see

mediately took wing) and looked behind him. It is needless to s

is a very poor sort of dacity; but it will serve