DAY OF THE CAMP-FIRE MAN 



the aid of the boatman the fish was taken in and 

 slid out of the fishing craft. 



My friend changed places with the Camera- 

 man for the return to Myers that he might plan 

 for a tarpon trip in the future. 



"Never had such fun in my life," was his first 

 remark. "Never saw such fishing and I want 

 some more of it." 



"Not with me," I replied, and as he looked a 

 little startled, I added, "Next time, instead of a 

 day of machine fishing, you will take with me the 

 cruise I proposed and learn that you haven't yet 

 an idea of what the sport really is." 



"I am sure going to accept that good offer of 

 yours. If you can keep up the gait of to-day it 

 would be immoral to let the chance go by." 



I saw my friend off for the north that night, 

 and as he stood on the platform while his train 

 steamed out of the station, I called to him: 



"Will you come when you're sent for?" 



"Sure!" was his response, and he was carried 

 away whistling: 



"Tell Mother 111 Be There!" 



Ill 



