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ment informing the passenger of the gastronomic bar- 

 gain that awaits his hungry stomach. On a previous 

 visit to this station the boss's sign was the first thing 

 that struck our eye, and we ventured to " try on " one 

 of his " square meals." It was a misfit. Our inner- 

 man's grub department was seemingly too round to 

 accommodate his four-cornered meal, and it swore em- 

 phatically, that it would thenceforth stick to the round 

 meal, clean and understandable, and avoid a " square " 

 one made of dirt and mystery. 



It was early in the afternoon when our train 

 reached this junction, and the train, with which we 

 were to connect in order to reach our destination, 

 would not be due at the station for some four hours. 

 In the meanwhile hunger, which waits for neither 

 time, tide, nor railroad trains, began to show its teeth 

 and gnaw at our inner walls. We let it gnaw awhile 

 — rather than worry our stomach with any quadrangu- 

 lar experiments — and then satisfied it with a meal of 

 apples and raw turnips. The dainty jaws of a city 

 chap may turn up their nose at a dinner of apples and 

 raw turnips, but they will turn it the other way should 

 they ever become the property of a hunter. The 

 " sport's " hunger is sometimes his only sauce ; but it 

 is a good one, and with its aid he might possibly make 

 a satisfactory meal of boiled cobbles and sole-leather. 



The country about us looked a likely spot for rab- 

 bits ; and the beagles, too, appeared to think so, for 



