" TIBS."
L're THE EDITOR OP TEE " SPECTATOR." J SIR, —I am a very little girl, but I wish to tell you a story. A short time ago we lived upon the shores of the Lake Lnpioma (Clear Lake), which is one of the most beautiful lakes in Cali- fornia, and there I had a little cat, named " Tibs." There was no regular road to our house on the shore, but only a horse-trail through the bush, and " Tibs" had never passed this way in her life, and all communication was by means of boat and steamers- When we removed from our home we came away in a boat, and after landing two miles further down got directly into a waggon, and rode seven miles up into the forest, where we now live. We left poor " Tibey " behind, knowing she could get her owa living very well, and meaning by-and-by to have her brought to us. Between the place where we now live and the shores of the Lake there are two or three small farms, and all around them is forest. But there are innumerable roads, stretching away in every direction. These roads are made by the ox-teams of the wood- choppers ; they are very dark and lonely, leading up the mountain top and into the thickest parts of the pine forest, and then suddenly ending. If you follow one of these, it will lead you many miles away, and then you will come to a spot where some enormous trees have been cut down and been dragged away by the oxen, and all beyond is the dark wood again.
Of course, I was very unhappy about my little friend, but we were all so busy that nobody had time to go and look after her. And so five weeks passed away. One evening, as we were sitting down to supper under a beautiful tall pine tree we heard a faint mien, and looking, saw our faithful little cat springing across the stream. We took her into our laps and nursed her all the evening. Will you please tell me in the Spectator how " Tibs " found the way P—I remain, your friend, AGNES. Kelseyville, P.O., Lake Co., Cal., U.S.A., January.
[We have not the least guess. • Perhaps Mr. Romanes would offer a suggestion.—En. Spectator.]