the ' ' door, ' ' but as the rain seems to blow from every- 

 where, it will probable result in carrying the fir grove 

 clear around the camp. 



During this miserable rainy spell I have watched the 

 game with some interest (what little of it I've l)een able 

 to see) to learn how they relish the damp humor of 

 Jupiter Pluvius. They seem to fancy it no more than do 

 their enemies the human bipeds. 



Yesterday I observed some partridges huddled under 

 a big log, with feathers wet and all their glory of color 

 and fluffy sleekness departed. The cock bird looked 

 woe-begone and cheap and ragged — a dripping melancholy 

 shadow and I thought of the poet's lament : 



" Shades of the mighty can it be 

 That this all remains of thee?" 



To-day I started a deer from out of a clump of young 

 pines, where he had been sheltering himself. Again I 

 came across an old doe standing under a couple of big 

 cedar trees, and after she had " lit out " I went and sat 

 down in her "arbor." Although the rain was coming 

 down in streams, 3^et none fell on me and I spent there a 

 couple of happy hours watching the capers of the only 

 living things that had the courage to brave the storm — ■ 

 the red squirrels. The}^ were busily occupied in laying 

 up their winter stores which seemingly were to consist of 

 pine cones, as each had one of these in his mouth. I 

 noticed, though, they took good care to run along the 

 ground under the logs, and not on top of them. 



We take the weather philosophically, because we're 

 well prepared for it, having plenty of dry clothes, a big 



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