The Outer's Book 



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a slight projection of rock just above the 

 water, and took careful aim at it with one 

 of my lower extremities. I made a good 

 shot, so that while I felt, and can feel today 

 all of the symptoms of that bath, I did not 

 get it. While I was mentally drying off, I 

 clambered laboriously to the top of the 

 boulder to see if anybody was looking, and 

 my conscience was eased very considerably 

 by finding that I had been unobserved. The 

 rock suffered no ill effects whatever from 

 my slide. 



John was not quite so fortunate. He 

 attempted to walk a spruce pole which had 

 been placed across one of the falls, and fell 

 in part way. These experiences, however, 

 only increased our already tremendous appe- 

 tites, so that when we arrived at the dinner 

 table which was set and surrounded by all 

 of the grandeur that a wild and uninhabited 

 country can give, we made away with enough 

 food for six ordinary men. Our good guide 

 Tuffy had to fry more of the speckled beauties 

 or go hungry. Often times I marvel at the 

 appetite of a man who has the hunger of the 

 tired fisherman, and wish that I could carry 

 back with me to civilization the keen delight 

 with which I attack almost any food in 

 such a place. 



After dinner we did not do much fishing. 

 We did not come to kill more than we could 

 use, but only to enjoy ourselves. We smoked 



our pipes, told a few stories, and later in the 

 afternoon started back toward the boat. I 

 remember that as we left the mouth of the 

 river we gave chase to a fish-duck and her 

 brood of young. It is marvelous with what 

 speed these little ducks can go through the 

 water, and row as we might, we could not 

 catch them. I remember in regard to those 

 stories, that Mr. Booth said the trout bit so 

 rapidly and so savagely at the lower pool 

 that he could scarcely bait his hook fast 

 enough to satisfy the fish; and at one time, 

 in order to keep from being severely bitten 

 himself, he said he had to turn his back to 

 the pool while baiting his hook; but, of 

 course, Mr. Booth has some reputation as 

 a story teller. 



Mr. Booth reached the yacht before we 

 did, and had his creel deposited on the back 

 deck. As we stood in silent wonder looking 

 into that famous creel, I could not help but 

 feel in the fullest sense of the word, that 

 Mr. Booth's nick-name was well taken. I 

 felt as though the Booth Fishery Company 

 was actually present. 



After dinner that evening the band played 

 It was the band's final appearance. The 

 band-master felt that it was to the best 

 physical interests of the band that they 

 should make no more appearances, as the 

 captain had had strict orders to allow no 

 more unnecessary noise on the boat. 



(TO BE CONTINUED) 



"Many the Pleasures." 



By ROBERT PAGE LINCOLN 



Many the pleasures I this day have known! 



The rising sun the grass so whispering 



Thought that around my body seemed to cling; 

 A tree, a bird, a flower fully blown! 

 Many the pleasures have to me been shown: 



Late afternoon resting upon its wing; 



The mild deceiving tenderness of spring 

 A south-bound duck, that, seen above, is flown. 

 And homeward then in the engloomed eve, 



Musing upon old friendly faces joy 



Full welcome to me a returned boy 

 Back from the places where they sob and grieve! 

 Who shall not happy be who turns this way: 



Approaches God so close Life melts away! 



