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Preface 



FOTC those men whose days are spent in the busy 

 counting-house or store, buying or selling merchandise, 

 poring over ledgers, making out accounts, with their 

 ears dinned with the click of cash carriers, the rat-a-tat 

 of typewriters, the snapping noise of adding machines, 

 the buzzing whir of electric fans, perhaps now giving 

 ear to a life insurance agent, again to the honeyed 

 words of the wily promoter, to the appeal for charity, 

 to the man wanting an ad for his paper, or to the com- 

 mittee begging money for a new church, while from 

 outside of the business abode come the sounds of street 

 cars crashing over intersections, the soul-torturing 

 noises of itinerant street musicians, the chug-chug-chug 

 of passing automobiles, the shrieking of newsboys, the 

 shuffling of feet on the pavement as the surging multi- 

 tudes pass and repass for such men living in such a 

 babel of discordant noises this book is written. 



In it the author attempts so to picture life in the 

 woods, in the marsh, on the lake, on the mountains, 

 and through the bogs in pursuit of game, as to inspire 

 his readers and coax them to leave their desks and 

 counters for a while and live an active life in the open. 

 In doing this they will forget their thousand and one 



