A RAINY DAY IN CAMP 



forth to have his lingering hope smoth- 

 ered in the veil of rain that blurs the 

 landscape almost to annihilation. 



He mutters anathemas against the 

 weather, then takes the day as it has 

 come to him, for better or for worse. 

 First, to make the best of it, he piles 

 high the camp-fire, and dispels with its 

 glow and warmth some cubic feet of 

 gloom and dampness. Then he sets 

 about breakfast-making, scurrying forth 

 from shelter to fire, in rapid culinary 

 forays, battling with the smoke, for 

 glimpses of the contents of kettle and 

 pan. His repast is as pungent with 

 smoke as the strong waters of Glenlivat, 

 but if that is valued for its flavor of peat- 

 reek, why should he scorn food for the 

 like quality ? 



Then if he delights in petty warfare 

 with the elements, to bide the pelting 

 of the rain, to storm the abatis of wet 

 thickets and suffer the sapping and min- 

 ing of insidious moisture, he girds up his 

 loins and goes forth with rod or gun, as 

 his desire of conquest may incline him. 



But if he has come to his outing 

 with the intention of pursuing sport with 

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