Along the Missouri. 



The Story of a Collecting Trip. By Barton Nngent. 



One morning early in June, Mr Peters and my- 

 self started for a few days outing on the river 

 south of Plattsmouth. Peters is one of those 



men who takes particular care to have everything 

 that may be -needed on a collecting trip. 

 He had everything, from a fish hook to a bottle 

 of arnica. (?) We decided tojnake our temporary 

 home on one of the numerous small islands that 

 are so numerous along the "Big Muddy". 

 Arriving at the site selected we found that it was 

 already occupied by a host of Red- winged Black- 

 birds, whose continual sing-song, although pleas- 

 ant enough at first, finally became monotonous. 

 As soon as we put up our tent and got all of our 

 things in order, Peters began cooking operations. 

 He here found that he had forgotton a very nec- 

 cessary adjunct to river camping, a filter. 

 Let me here state that it would take a poet t o 

 properly describe the water we had to use, the 

 color of the water flowing down this noble stream 



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