DWIGHT-WIMAN CLUB. 



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r, trees, 

 with no 

 rulation 

 e. Tom 

 :o camp 

 leard of 

 ywhere. 

 led the 

 flocks of 

 hot gun. 

 ice, and 

 the dead 

 squirrel, 

 )tionless, 

 ;e for a 

 lod-cock, 

 ick-a-dee 

 All these 



shelf for some days with Tinker's other toilet articles, 



it had 



* * * In among 'em rusted, 



Like the old arm that Grand'ther Young 

 Brought back from Concord, busted. 



Wm. Trueman and Bill Wilkinson came out ahead of 

 all the party at this bottle marksmanship. Speculations 

 and bets were made as to the chances of Dwight's ap- 

 pearing amongst us on Sunday. All of us had been 

 dwelling with pleased expectation on the promised 

 visit of Mrs. Gouldie and Miss Laidlaw to-morrow 

 noon. Tinker came out in a new role, leading us in 

 singing several hymns, and adding a good tenor to the 

 chorus of various songs. "Dearest Mae," which 

 Chandler had several times sung, was made a Club 

 ballad. 



the deep 

 Iness was 

 e victim 

 cow-bell 

 iparently 

 i term a 



amused 

 I into the 

 ime gen- 

 it's pistol 

 Imed able 

 dcked so 

 Iwindow- 



Saturday, nth October. 



/e)rP at 6.30. Ned having made us a fire, for which, 

 ^-^ however, there was little need, the glass marking 

 44^. No one felt otherwise than good humored and 

 fresh, or at any rate did not show it. To-day was the 

 anniversary of Chandler's wedding; it was also Town- 

 send's birthday, and within one week of being the date 

 of Raynor's marriage. So it was resolved to celebrate 

 the three events together. This idea b?ing clamorously 

 hailed the night before, all who had not filled their 

 stomachs with hot water — a queer start, but a hun- 

 dred times better than iced — drank Rip Van Winkle's 

 toast to the three who have been indicated. A gentle 

 southern breeze and a fresh atmosphere (Ther. 56^) 



