Hn tbe MooDs witb tbe IBow 



where it is good for the bowman to stray ; 

 the next flight being by rail, through Mo- 

 bile and Montgomery to the Sand Moun- 

 tain's southern slope, whence, after three 

 days given wholly to delight, away from 

 the iron-mills of Birmingham I flash, clip- 

 ping a corner off" North Georgia, to come 

 plump against old Yonah at the feather- 

 end of the Blue Ridge, where many well- 

 heads bubble in lonely dells, and where the 

 rhododendron in due season paints its 

 cheeks to delight the wind. 



Night had fallen when the train slowly 

 curved into the little mountain village. A 

 rickety trap bore me and my tackle to a 

 forlorn hotel, which was perfumed with 

 kerosene not unmixed with jowl and cab- 

 bage ; but the room they gave me was airy, 

 and the bed had sheets as clean and white 

 as a water-lily's petals. The young man 

 who sported a rhinestone bosom-pin be- 

 hind the office desk looked benignly upon 

 me after I had registered, and presently 

 he said: 



"A package in our care for you." 

 It was my arrows from Indiana, a bundle 

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