Old October Days in Iowa. 



the golden rod, the little white bunches of gum on the resin 

 weed, the great flocks of ducks and geese headed southward, all 

 told the tale of summer's close. Many years have passed since 

 I spent those happy days with brother John, but never does 

 October roll around without recalling some of the hunting or 

 fishing incidents of that joyous two weeks' vacation. 



Outers' Book. 



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