All Nis^ht 071 a Mountain. 



As to the English sparrow, kill him, 

 wherever you find him, in season and out 

 of season. He is a tramp, and a marauder 

 of the worst kind. He has never been 

 known to do any good, and is of no use, 

 except to be served up on toast. He wages 

 a constant warfare upon better birds, and 

 destroys the grain and fruit of the farmer 

 and the gardener. Therefore, I say, give 

 him no quarter, but go for him as you 



In Camp at Pablo Beach, Florida, Sept. 26, 18 



would for any other thief and robber. 

 Here, now, is a chance for the bad boy 

 to exercise his bad propensities, and at the 

 same time accomplish a great good. Let 

 him go for the English sparrow. 



Now, boys, you just follow my advice^ 

 and you will be respected by all good men, 

 and will deserve to be happy now and here- 

 after. 



I am, the friend of the boys and the birds, 



/ ^Cl^ 



ALL NIGHT ON A MOUNTAIN. 



YOU may talk as you please about 

 camping out and all that sort of 

 thing, but I shall never forget the first 

 night I spent out of doors. It was one 

 summer several years ago, and we were 

 staying up in the mountains. In the same 

 house with us were two other boys, Charley 

 Huston and Will Campbell, and it wasn't 

 long before we were pretty good friends, 

 and together we explored the whole neigh- 

 borhood. 



Well, one day we started on a long walk. 

 We went down our mountain (the one the 

 hotel is on) to the river ; here there is a 

 little ferryboat that crosses the river four 

 times a day, once over and back in the 

 morning, and again in the afternoon. We 

 got in and went across, and proceeded to 

 climb the mountain opposite ours. 



Neither Will nor I had ever been there 

 before, so everything was strange and new 

 to us. But Charley knew all about it, as he 

 had spent the previous summer in the same 

 place, and had often walked over with his 

 fathA. So of course he was guide; but as 

 far as that goes, he always was guide, for 

 he was a little older, a good deal quieter, 

 and a great deal wiser than either Will or I. 



He had a funny, quiet way about him that 

 seemed to say, "I'm going to boss this 

 thing," and no matter how much a fellow 

 might rebel against it, he was just as firm 

 as a rock. Will and I had gotten used to 

 it by this time, and didn't mind it, so that 

 this day, when he said, "We'll take this 

 path," we did not say anything, but simply 

 followed. 



About midday we came upon a certain 

 stream, where he said we were to eat our 

 dinner. I wonder why it is that sandwiches, 

 or even dry bread, no matter how stale, will 

 taste so good in the woods, while at home 

 we would turn up our noses at such poor 

 fare. I do not remember ever having eaten 

 any dinner with a better appetite than I did 

 that day, although our bread had fallen into 

 a small mountain creek we had crossed, and 

 was still soggy and very heavy. 



After dinner we started to come home 

 again, but by a different route from the one 

 we had previously taken ; indeed, as well 

 as I remember, we went around the moun- 

 tain instead of over it. It was longer but 

 much pleasanter, as there was not so much 

 uphill work about it. 



It was about four o'clock when Charlev, 



