and cringing manner promised to look after the boy. 

 Then the semaphore over the gate changed from red to 

 white, the bell rang, a shout of "All aboard" and with 

 measured puff the train was on its way. 



My own train was to leave at midnight and I hurried 

 back to it through the rain which pelted in torrents and 

 wet me through. However, it took but little time to get 

 undressed and into my berth. A few moments afterwards 

 I felt the train moving out of the station, and then all 

 knowledge and recollection took a back seat. I knew 

 nothing until I awoke next morning in Philadelphia, 

 full}' aware then that the hunting season of 1896 was over, 

 that I was back among my friends and loved ones, sound 

 in mind and liml:). revived in brain and ready for any 

 amount of work. \>rily. 



" Hunting is an exercise 

 To make man sturdy, active, wise ; 

 To fill his spirits with delight, 

 To help his hearing, mend his sight, 

 To teach him arts that never slip 

 His memory ; canoemanship, 

 And search and sharpness and defense, 

 And all ill habits chaseth hence." 



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