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then, not in the least startled, jumped to one 

 side and moved leisurely away. They evidently 

 do not feed to any extent on mulberries as on 

 his way he passed beneath a tree where the 

 ground was covered with them. While watch- 

 ing him I saw also a blue- jay, cardinal and 

 summer tanager, all within twenty to thirty 

 feet of where I rested. 



Reaching camp I found the old bony cow in 

 the yard. Like many other things, the fence 

 was not up to expectations. She had evidently 

 just crawled under the wire as I saw her try to 

 do again an hour later. I broke the butt of a 

 cane fishing pole over her back without making 

 her winc,e or even assume a trot in getting away. 



Instead of fishing this afternoon I spent sev- 

 eral hours hunting squirrels. The hunting was 

 good, the finding poor, as I saw only one and it 

 escaped after being missed a number of times. 

 The day was very warm and I reached camp at 

 four o'clock wet to the skin with the sweat of 

 exercise. 



Without other meat I fried bacon for supper, 

 after which I read Bacon for an hour. In his 

 Essays he has written many old thoughts in 

 good language. His biographer tells us in the 

 preface that Bacon was the wisest man which 

 the world had produced to the end of the nine- 

 teenth century. He may have been. 



