SHOULD THE HUNTER GET LOsig 
HAT proud monarch is happier than the hunter, with 
V y his sure rifle, tramping his familiar hunting grounds 
where he knows every hill, lake and stream, his rifle always 
carried at easy rest beneath his arm, as he quietly threads his 
way through, to him, the well-known woods by the haunts of 
the game. It is no place for his rifle resting over his 
shoulder, for that and two arms in the air makes three, as he 
jerks it down fora shot, and the deer jumps quickly away, as 
he sees these motions. His light hunting axe hung with 
strap and case over his shoulder, dry matches in a water-tight 
safe or glass vial in pocket. In his knapsack, which need 
not be heavily loaded, a firm blanket, always a small quan- 
tity of salt and pepper, and perhaps a piece of dried venison, 
a small piece of pork, some pilot bread, or home-made, a 
little tea and sugar, and a pint dipper, but this not to be 
carried where it will glisten in the sun. A good servicable 
pocket knife with the proper formed blade for skinning. Of 
course he can carry a big bowie, but every useless extra, adds 
its weight. Always his sure working compass, and one that 
opens and shuts easily, for at times he must look at it often, 
