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so it may be for a lean man ; surely no fat man could 

 find any glory in it unless his fat be of a more un- 

 meltable quality than mine. Imagine three hundred 

 pounds of flesh floundering through mud and water, 

 tripping over cedar roots, falling over logs, struggling 

 for a little temporary foothold in order to pull one- 

 self out of the mud and regain an upright position, 

 while the guide stands at a safe distance away, 

 beckoning and shouting ' come on ! ' After this part 

 of the programme had been repeated several times, 

 always winding up with ' come on,' tired Nature 

 gave out and refused to comply with the guide's man- 

 date. Mounting a stump I gathered together what 

 little strength I had left and put it .all into a shout, 



* You be d d ! I'll not " come on " any more. 



" Come on " yourself, that's what I'm paying you 

 for.' " 



His story, by the way, reminds me of another 

 which is short enough and good enough to fit in here. 

 Two would-be deer hunters, one thin and wiry, the 

 other round and oily, had struck a trail and the thin 

 fellow lifting his eyes saw a big buck bounding di- 

 rectly towards them. " There he comes ! lie down ! " 

 shouted the thin chap, but seeing no reduction in the 

 obtrusive size of his companion again he shouted, 

 " Lie down ! Lie down ! " 



This time an answer came from the direction of the 

 butter pile. 



