An August Night 



came along. I don't know what he 

 was doing here nor where he was going. 

 Am not sure he knew himself. We 

 have but faint trace here of marsh or 

 reeds. He was just off his beat a bit, as 

 was also that lone Lake Michigan sea- 

 gull that shortly afterwards circled 

 and squawked above the links. The 

 bed of the natural surface drainage 

 ditch, called by courtesy a creek, 

 would be dry most of the summer but 

 for the fact that the club long since 

 dammed it where it enters the wood, 

 and keeps it pumped full of water 

 from a deep bored well. In fact, it is 

 damned at some point anew every 

 golfing day all summer; for the best 

 balls used are "sinkers," and if that 

 gull and heron were as fond of hard- 

 coated India rubber as I suppose they 

 are of fish and frogs, they might, if 

 they but knew, feast famously at al- 

 most any point where water meets 

 those fascinating fair-ways. But we 

 were speaking of Luna, and I do not 



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