have the lamp, which sheds a soft light through the gauze, and it is thereby that the snakes are enchanted and immediately make for the barrel.”     Robinson took in the modus operandi without a murmur, and gleefully thought of the glowing account he would send his Vermont pals of his snake hunting exploits. As he was not experienced in the matter of hunting out the snakes, he readily agreed to take up his post at the barrel holding the candle, while the rest of the party went up the hill and drove the animals downwards. Well, this was where the jokers got in their work, as sliding around the knob of the hill, they mounted their horses and rode headlong homeward. There was lots of fun at the Cliff house for everybody except poor Robinson, who, after standing sentinel with his barrel and candle for some three hours, concluded that snow snake hunting was not so much of a sport as he anticipated. He accordingly looked around for his trusty steed, and finding that it too had gone back on him, finally concluded to face the occasion like a man. He was very tired when he reached the hotel, and still more weary when his tormentors had completed a lively discussion about gauzy barrels and candles and such. From— The Helena Independent. (Helena, Mont.), 07 June 1890. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.