of my book, Wild Animals I Have Never Met— the seventh-best seller at Rochester, Watertown, and Miami in June and July, 1905— while I went out into the dining-room and mixed the coolers. As you may imagine, I was not long at it, for my curiosity over my visitor lent wings to my corkscrew, and in five minutes I was back with the tempting beverages in the tall glasses, the lemon curl giving it the vertebrate appearance that all stiff drinks should have, and the ice tinkling refreshingly upon the sultry air.
"There," said I, placing his glass before him. "Drink hearty, and then to
