1Fu tbe Moobs witb tbe Bow 



These two ducks and one turkey were 

 the only table comforts added by my 

 archery to the mensal comforts of the Jar- 

 vis cabin. I bagged the gobbler, with a 

 shot not at all remarkable, from behind a 

 huge tree. He had just made the exclama- 

 tory remark, " Pitt ! pitt ! " when I thumped 

 him over at fifteen yards, his legs actually 

 bent for a spring into the air that very mo- 

 ment. We feasted upon him until his 

 bones were as clean as water-washed plane- 

 tree roots. His wing-feathers I carefully 

 plucked and saved for my arrows. 



One day it rained so that going out was 

 not practicable until four in the afternoon. 

 Then the sun burst forth, and the wood 

 shook with the merriest explosion of bird- 

 song far and near. A change in the direc- 

 tion and temperature of the wind was 

 followed by a wonderful apparent inten- 

 sification of the foliage in color and density 

 of massing. No sooner were the boughs 

 done dripping than I went abroad, not to 

 shoot, but to stray and revel in the fresh- 

 ness. Some of my arrows had their 

 feather- vanes fixed in place with a patent 

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