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Show j THE WORLD'S SMALL AFTER ALL The Questions That Were Propounded on the Other Side. (New York Journal.) "I have a cousin in America. No doubt you have met him. He lives at Topeka, Kah." Few are the voyagers to the. other side of the Atlantic who have not bumped against some such assertion as-sertion and then fallen under suspicion of being themselves unknown, since the provincial mind of . the foreigner cannot realize that thewestern hemisphere hemis-phere is slightly larger than a, parish fn Kent, r -. - - ; And this apropos of the fact that some years ago a certain New York man who happens to be a "mighty hunter hun-ter . before the Lord" journeyed to British Brit-ish Columbia in search of big game. While sojourning at Winnipeg he. ex pressed a desire to bag some caribou, and a friend who knew the country thoroughly advisod him to go to Wau-bagun, Wau-bagun, a station on a branch of the Northern Pacific. "There is nothing but a water tank there," said his friend, "and only one man in the whole section, a Scotch recluse, who looks after the tank; but he is a superb guide, and as he has only one train a day to watch out for he will give j'ou all the sport you want." The New Yorker went, won the regard re-gard of the hermit and slew caribou by the score. - Last summer he was in Scotland, and while roaming over the moors one day-lost day-lost his way. At length he espied a little lit-tle cottage and, making for it, inquired for directions and asked if he could not be accommodated with something to eat. His hostess, a motherly Scotch body, at once set about getting him a "snack," and, like all rustics, during the course of her preparations, deluged him with questions. "An' so .ye're the America, ye say?" she finally interjected. "Happen ye ken my son, Sandy. McNeil? He's been over there this raony a year." "I think "not," replied the . visitor, wearily. "Yet see; America is a very Iarg place. Where does your son reside?" re-side?" i "At Waubagan water tank," replied the dame. Strange freak of chance! An habitue of Fifth avenue was made the link of communication between " the lonely mother and her equally lonely son, separated sep-arated from each other by half the distance around the globe. |