The Road to Dumbiedykes 



down in the deep cover of the wood 

 near the concrete wall that gives 

 permanency to the basin, the small 

 boys, who have to be amused some 

 way when not engaged as caddies on 

 the links, find here entertainment un- 

 limited in fishing with pin-hooks for 

 elusive crabs or bull-heads. To be 

 sure the boys are not supposed to 

 cross a dead-line that has been set 

 up for their restraint, but what nor- 

 mally constituted boy, five miles away 

 from his home in town, loitering about 

 within a stone's throw of a typical old- 

 fashioned swimming hole buried deeply 

 in the shadow of the oaks, could resist 

 a temptation to break a mere caddie- 

 master's ground rule? And so you will 

 find them there frequently, with a scout 

 commonly watching for the stealthy 

 approach of some one in authority bent 

 on spoiling all their fun. My own path 

 takes me always by this woodland 

 pool, but I never could find it in my 

 heart to drive these very human little 



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