I don't believe you; and if you have been hanged, what have you been doing to get hanged?" "You need not take care of your pockets, sir,neither robbery nor murder was it which brought me to the gallows; but innocent bug-hunting.

We whizzed into the village of Kamionka, on the upper Bug, across which the Russians had been driven only a few days before.

Across the much-talked-of Bug, which resembles here a tide-water river split with swampy flats, were the trenches they had left.

We lunched with a corps commander and dined with a genial old colonel and his staff, and between times motored through level farming country to a position to the northward on the Rata, a tributary of the Bug.

The Russians had held it all the winter; now they were a hundred and fifty miles eastward beyond the Vistula and the Bug"boog," not "bug," by the wayand just hanging to the edge of Poland.

They chose to get out in time, blew up the railroad bridge across the Bug, burned the barracks, and, with enough dynamite to give a good imitation of an earthquake, tumbled the walls and galleries of the fortress into melancholy heaps of rock.

A German corps crossed the Bug to north and south and closed in on the rail-road, the Sixth Austro-Hungarian Corps under Corps General of Infantry Arz attacked the centre.

We swung past a freight yard littered with over-turned cars, through a tangle of wagonsarmy wagons pushing one way and distracted peasants the otherover a pontoon across the narrow Bug and on into the town.

Some kind of a water-bug has plumped right down onto my head, and left a lot of sticky sand on it, that the water does not wash away.

So the June bug perched upon the bed clothes, where they were nice and soft, and he told lots of stories to Buddy.

It's lots of fun to be a bug, Especially in June.

Then she looked all around and she didn't see anything of a bug, and she didn't hear his wings buzzing, so she thought it couldn't have been him.

All at once there was a whizzing and a whozzing in the air, and a buzzing, bizzing sound, and that kind old June bug came sailing along.

Right at the bad boy flew the bug, and he hit him first in one eye and then the other and scared him so that the bad chap was glad enough to let go of poor Brighteyes in a hurry.

She thanked the June bug, and he said he was glad he could help her, and he flew back to the grocery and got another yeast cake for her.

" "Why certainly, take it right along, children!" exclaimed a voice from under a burdock leaf, and then out flew the kind, old June bug.

"Maybe if you both try together you can," said the June bug.

"I know a way," said the June bug, at length.

"Well," said the June bug, "maybe you can roll it along, if you can't lift it.

They gave Uncle Wiggily Longears some, but the June bug said he would rather have a ginger snap, and he got it.

He thought of everything he could think of; ice cream cones and turnips and baseball games, and being in the boat that time, and going to the North Pole and then he thought of the stories the June bug had told him, but still he couldn't go to sleep.

Now, if I hear a potato bug whistle a tune on a cornstalk fiddle, I'm going to tell you next about Buddy and Brighteyes going in bathing.

He was just getting properly impressed with the possibilities when the speed bug got him.

The tumble bug and other tales.

The tumble bug and other tales.