I kant think ov enny thing God has made, more harmless than a swallo, they are as innosent az a daizy, and az pure as the air they swim in, they wont live, shut up in a cage, mutch longer, than a trout will. THE BAT. The bat is a winged mouse. They live very retired during the day, but at nite cum out for a frolik. They fli very mutch unsartin, and ackt az tho they had taken a little too mutch gin. They look out ov their face like a young owl, and will bite like a snappin turkle. What they are good for i kant tell, and dont believe they kan tell neither. They dont seem tew be bird, beast, nor insek, but a kind of live hash, made out ov all three. If thare want enny bats in this world, i dont suppose the earth would refuse tew revolve on its axis, once in a while, just for fun. But when we cum to think, that thare aint on the face ov the earth, even one bat too mutch, and that thare haint been, sintz the daze ov adam, a single surpluss muskeeters egg, laid by acksident, we kan form sum kind ov an idea, how little we know, and what a poor job we should make ov it, running the machinery of kreashun. Man iz a phool enny how, and the best ov the joke iz, he don’t seem tew kno it. Bats hav a destiny tew fill, and i will bet 4 dollars, they fill it better than we do ours. Bats liv on flies, and hawks liv on bats, but who livs on the hawks, i kant tell. Biled hawk may be good, i never herd enny boddy say it wasn’t, but i dont hope i shall ever be called upon tew decide it. Tew save life, i would eat biled hawk, but if it tastes az i think it duz, i wouldn’t ask for a seckond plate ov it. THE HAWK. The hawk iz a karniverous foul, and a chickiniverous one too, every good chance he kan git. I hav seen them shut up their wings, and drop doun out ov the skey, like a destroying angel, and pick up a yung goslin in each hand, and sore aloft agin pretty quick. They bild their nests out ov the reach ov civilizashun, so that no mishionary kan git to them, unless he kan klimb well. Powder and double B shot, iz the only thing that will civilize a hawk clear through, so that he will stay so, and it takes a big charge ov this too. I have fired a double-barrelled gun into them, loaded with fine shot, and it had the same exilirating effekt on them, that 4 quarts ov oats would hav, on an old hoss, it made them more lively for a fu minnits. I hav seen ded hawks, but i never shed enny tears over them. I dont surpose that even hen hawks are made in vain, but i hav wondered, if just enuff ov them, tew preserve an assortment, wouldn’t answer. THE MEDDO MOLE. The meddo mole iz either a small rat, or a big mouse, i dont kno which. They hav some soft, silken fur, and dig in the ground for a living. They kan bore a hole in the ground fazter than a 2 inch augur kan, and kan travel klear akrost a 10 aker lot, in one night, and never cum once tew the surface.