WINTER LIFE ON A COLLEGE CAMPUS 



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Late that night, when the weary athletes had forgotten 

 their bruises and were at rest, three pairs of bare feet came 

 over the fence of the athletic field and alighted on the 

 ploughed and trampled sands. Again the gray-coats 

 chased each other, looking for benighted insects as they 

 ran and shouted in their glee. Out in the starlight I heard 

 them calling to one another, "killdee, killdee!" Three 



little wanderers had stopped to enjoy our hospitalities. 

 What tales would they have to tell of us when they chose to 

 leave? Three close friends they were, banded for the 

 winter months to struggle against starvation, and snow, 

 and ice ; against hawks, and dogs, and guns. 



The last week of December was warm and bright. The 



