PIONEER HUNTERS OF THE KANKAKEE 

 the marshes and where I sat in my kerosene 

 barrel blind and shot ducks almost fifty years 

 ago now stands the farmer's house in the corn- 

 fields and the scene of those by-gone days still 

 clings to my memory. How often do my 

 thoughts drift back to those camp days. What 

 a lot more fun can a fellow have in a hunter's 

 lodge or trapper's shanty costing about fifteen 

 dollars amidst its natural surroundings, than in 

 a ten thousand dollar mansion with its artificial 

 environments. Every hunter has a hobby and 

 some have two, as it was with me in my youthr 

 ful days, It has been said that hobbies belong 

 to the human and are a part of the Creator's 

 birthright. The human nature glories of pos- 

 session, both good and bad and all valuable. It 

 has been said by scholarly men that hobbies of 

 sane men often discount the dreams of an idiot, 

 nevertheless we have them just the same. I 

 loved hunting with a gun on the waters and dry 

 land, I also enjoyed fully as well hunting with 

 a good dog on the ice. Now before breaking 



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