ies.

"He has turned that museum into a circus show, your Excellency. He has
named every one of those stuffed animals for somebody in politics he
doesn't like, and leads a snickering mob of sight-seers around the room
and lectures. When a state officer names a saucer-eyed Canadian lynx for
me and then folks come up from that basement and grin at me, it's time a
halt was called."

His Excellency called for Breed and called a halt, using forceful
language.

"I resign," declared old Dan, nipping his little bunghole of a mouth
under the hook of his nose. "Those animals are getting onto my nerves.
The whole pack and caboodle are chasing me in a nightmare every time
I go to sleep. Their condemned glass eyes are boring me worse than
gimlets. I'm going on with that book of mine. I've got a new idea for
it. I'm going to put in pictures of animals and name 'em for those
tin-horn flukedubbles who could never get an office if it wasn't for the
primaries."

"Look here, Breed, you're an old man and you've done a lot of good work
in your day, and we're all trying to do something for you. But I have
pretty nigh reached the limit of my patience. Politics isn't what it
used to be. Different manners, different men. I'm the head of our party
and I command you to eliminate yourself. You go back to your job, use
common sense, and keep out of things! You are silly--you're senile!"

"You have taken me out of where I belong and have put me in where I
don't belong and now you're blaming me because I can't learn a lot of
new tricks at my age. I resign, I say!"

"If you give up that job you'll never get another one."

Uncle Dan put his hands under his coat-tails and marched out, his beak
in the air.

"The trouble is," he confided to old Sturdivant in the
adjutant-general's office, "this younger element that's coming along
thinks men like you and I have lost all our ability and influence.
They're sally-lavering all over us, telling us how they want us to have
an easy job. But it's all a damnation insult--that's what it amounts
to."

"All I have to do is lap sticking-paper and gum up the places where
these rolls are torn," said old Sturdivant. "I'm perfectly contented."

"Then stay were you're put and swaller the insult," retorted Breed,
with disgust. "I thought you had more get-up-and-get. There's a stuffed
rabbit in that museum. He'll make a good chum for you in your off hour.
Go and sit down with him." He went over to old Ambrose's d