GEESE 



peared to be propitious, so Max and I decided 

 to do upland shooting while waiting for Grant 

 to join us, and then wind up our hunt with a 

 gigantic offensive against the ducks and geese. 

 After watching Duke and Duchess point some 

 of my pigeons and retrieve corncobs, Max and 

 I decided they were natural game sleuths and 

 could detect a bird in almost any disguise. 

 If a quail hoped to escape them, it would have 

 to wear hip boots and a beard. 



Time was, not long ago, when travel was no 

 great hardship. But all that is changed. 

 Government operation of the railroads worked 

 wonders, even during the brief time we 

 had it. For instance, it restored all the 

 thrill and suspense, all the old exciting un- 

 certainty of travel during the Civil War wood- 

 burning days. No longer does one encounter 

 on the part of employees that un-American 

 servility which made travel so popular with 

 the parasitic rich. Real democracy prevails; 

 train crews are rough, gruff, and unmannerly, 

 and even the lowly porter has learned the sov- 

 ereign dignity of labor and maintains it. Nor 

 is there now any difference in the accommoda- 

 tions on the jerkwater feeders and the main 

 lines, all that having yielded to the glorious 



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