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indoors excitement — yea, even far better 

 than polo, golf, or tennis! But do not 

 set me down as one who decries the taste 

 of his brother. Go on, O friends, in the 

 way you best enjoy. As for me, up from 

 the breezy low country of the heron and 

 the ibis, out of the plashy everglades 

 where skulk the gallinule and the limpkin, 

 away from the coffee-colored streams 

 where the snake-bird dives and wriggles, 

 and where the least bittern croaks, I go 

 my way once more to the greening hills of 

 the Carolinas. 



I have sent home an order to a certain 

 deft whittler of arrow steles whom I know 

 in Indiana, and he will forward a sheaf to 

 meet me at a town in a valley not far from 

 a mountain's toe, where a fretful, chill brook 

 prances over smooth boulders on its jour- 

 ney to kiss a river. There, too, birds will 

 join me. I imagine I can hear them now ; 

 but in fact it is yet a month before we 

 shall be there. Meantime I sail north- 

 westward across the Gulf to the Terre Aux 

 Boeufs for a few days' shooting; then to 

 the Rigolets and the marshes of Borgne, 



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