A Day With the Squirrels. 



\Ve spread our eatables out on a big flat rock near the 

 spring, and went at it as only two hungry hunters can. How 

 we did enjoy that bread and butter, cold ham and pickles, 

 with good, pure water for drink, and delicious frosted grapes 

 picked from the vine over our heads for dessert. No pam- 

 pered son of wealth ever enjoyed a meal at Delmonico's as 

 we did that simple lunch, out there on the sunny hillside, 

 reclining on our couch of leaves. After lunch we lay around 

 and chatted until the declining sun warned us that we must 

 be moving toward home. We picked up our duffle, loaded 

 it into the boat and pushed her off the shore. There was a 

 soft, balmy breeze blowing from the south, just enough to 

 raise a little ripple on the water, that beat a soothing lullaby 

 against the prow of the boat, as we drifted and paddled lazily 

 along with the current. We were in no hurry ; so lay back on 

 the seats enjoying the lovely Indian summer afternoon to 

 our heart's content, pulling up at the landing near my house 

 about 6 o'clock, tired, but satisfied and happy, as true sports- 

 men always are at the close of a successful day in the wood 

 or on the stream. 



I have spent many happy days with rod and gun, in the 

 lovely lake-park country lying between Forest City, la., and 

 Waterville, Minn., and although I have fished and hunted in 

 many other sections of the country, yet, when the hot days 

 of summer come, and I get tired of business, tired of eating 

 and tired of everything else, I turn my eyes wistfully toward 

 this land of lovely lakes, beautiful streams and grand old 

 woods the place where George and I spent a day with the 

 squirrels. 



Omaha World-Herald. 



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