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A SNIPE HUNT. 

 J. CLAIRE WOOD, DETROIT, MICH, 



I had always longed for a day in the field with a well 

 trained dogbut it was not until October 1888, that my wish was 

 realized. One day about the middle of that month, father 

 came to me and said "Claire, Patterson and I were going 

 snipe hunting to-morrow but I find it impossible to get away 

 so have arranged with him to take you, meet him at the 

 Grisworld Honse before day-break to-morrow morning." 

 "But school?" I asked — "Oh! never mind, I will see the teach- 

 er myself," he replied. So the gun was brought out, clean- 

 ed, oiled, and with fifty shells in each pocket of my coat I 

 hung it on the foot of my bed and tumbled in. Several times 

 during the night I crawled out, struck a match to look at the 

 clock and peered out of the window to see the state of the 

 weather, which by the way was anything but promising as 

 the rain was pouring'down with a violence almost tropical. 

 T was out of the house next morning long before the rest of 

 the family were astir. The horizon was lightened with 

 the dim, gray tint of early dawn when I reached the place 

 appointed. P. soon made his appearance and we lost no 

 time in starting on our way. As I said before it had rained 

 heavily all night, but the morning was clear and cool indeed 

 almost chilly despite the sparkling rays of the silvery sun 

 that shone so brightly from the heavens above. I found Mr. 

 P. to be a very agreeable and entertaining gentleman. The 

 time passed pleasantly and I was so busilv engaged 

 asking questions and hearing accounts of camp life and ad- 

 venture that it surprised me greatly when he pulled up be- 

 fore a half grocery and half hotel, facing the lake, with the 

 tallest tamarack pole in front I ever saw, on the top of which 



