The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . harm. It hangs in my closetStret-cbed over a broom ; For one tbing Im thankfulIt takes up no room. I brush it, and press it.And tend it with love; And if I grow stouterTwill fit like a glove. I love my new hobble. Its cling is so warm ;And if I dont wear it Twill do me no harm! —Chicago Tribune. His Choice Yes, said the specialist, as Tiestood at tbe bedside of the misermillionaire, I can cure you. But what will it cost ? came feeb-ly from the lips of th-e sick man. The specialist made a swift mentalcalc

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The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . harm. It hangs in my closetStret-cbed over a broom ; For one tbing Im thankfulIt takes up no room. I brush it, and press it.And tend it with love; And if I grow stouterTwill fit like a glove. I love my new hobble. Its cling is so warm ;And if I dont wear it Twill do me no harm! —Chicago Tribune. His Choice Yes, said the specialist, as Tiestood at tbe bedside of the misermillionaire, I can cure you. But what will it cost ? came feeb-ly from the lips of th-e sick man. The specialist made a swift mentalcalculation. Xinety-five dollars, washis answer. Cant you shade your figure a lit-tle ? wailed the other. Tlie under-takers bid is much lees.—Lippin-cntts. * Some Verse Eminent Poet fto his betrothed)— Darling, how did you like the poem I sent you ? Did it seem too sweetly tender? She—Oh. it was lovely. It waslovely. I got seven-fifty for it at thechurch fair.—Fliegende Blatter.*This From HarvardButler—Is it vour will to ride, mlord? MLord—Nay. tis me wont.—Harvard Lampoon.. IailllllllJ III/ I . II . .Ii l!, ;;, .v nllii SI/ , , / R, .h, rl (ins^/.MC, Jubli.iln iI.LILUI.VG THE HABITATION. gUEBKC. 1608 THE Canadian Magazine VOL. XXXVI TORONTO, MARCH, 1911 No. 5 THE SURRENDER OFPOUNDMAKER BY MAJOR C. F. WINTER IT was a bright spring morning in? the latter days of May, twenty-tiveyears ago, and the camp of the Can-adian troops on the slopes of the highground between the North Saskatche-wan and Battle Eivers, within a rifleshot of then* junction, waited withimpatience for the promiised entryof the leaders of the rebellious Half-breeds and Indians, who, at the noti-fication the day before of theirwillingness to surrender, had askedGeneral Middleton to arrange a con-ference to discuss their future. The camp of the volunteer militiafaced the south, and from early sun-rise anxious eyes had scanned theSwift Current trail, which, crossingthe little log bridge over the BattleRiver,