ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



blue lake a likely place for fish, or the 

 wild duck. The primeval love of the chase 

 survives as a passion in his heart. Chained 

 perhaps to city and office and free for only 

 a few weeks in the year, he plans all the 

 long months to get away for these weeks 

 into the wild, and to kill something, not 

 only for the savage joy of killing, but that 

 he may eat. Eating! how much of the 

 tragedy and pleasure and anxiety of life 

 surround the word! Tragedy for the un- 

 fortunates whose light is extinguished for 

 lack of food, and of whose pangs those 

 who only know enough of hunger to call 

 it good appetite, can have no conception; 

 and pleasure to the agreeable people who 

 meet around a dainty, well-served table to 

 share a well-cooked meal! Best of all, per- 

 haps, the dinner or luncheon tete-a-tete, or 

 with a party of congenial spirits whose talk 

 can be the spice of life. With breakfast, 

 luncheon and dinner coming as regularly as 

 night follows day, how rarely do we think 



