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Show Fly Catchers. A gentleman who went into the woods region on a hunting excursion and ' 'put up" at a farmhouse in a remote clearing was annoyed during the daytime with the abundance of flies that found access to the house. But when twilight of evening camo he was treated to an exhibition exhi-bition of fly catching that more than re-paid re-paid him for his vexation. The windows were opened as the darkness settled down, and the hostess' tallow dip only partially dispelled the gloom in the old fashioned kitohen, when ho suddenly became aware of odd creatures darting to and fro in the room, often coming almost al-most into his face, while a queer little noise of "snip, snip, snip," seemed to follow their velvety fluttering motions. For an instant ho was startled, not knowing what to make of such intruders. intrud-ers. "It's only the bats, "said the lady quietly as she pursued her work. "They are catching flies. Don't you hear 'em snip off their wings? There'll be hundreds hun-dreds of fly wing3 on the floor here in the morning." Tho gentleman arose early and looked for the wings, and sure enough the floor and tables were littered with thorn. Lewiston Journal. |