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RECREA TION. 



.flf S • WATSON. 



He: Why does Miss Ann Teek wear her bicycle gown all the time? 



Miss Young: So people will call her a new woman, instead of an old one. 



TREED IN THE LAKE. 



Uncle Hi is always a ready listener to 

 our hunting stories. He was a great 

 sportsman in his day; nor has he forgotten 

 how to swing a rifle and shot gun. The last 

 shooting I saw him do was knocking the 

 stems off pumpkins, at 75 yards, with a 

 rifle; and shooting kingbirds from his bee- 

 hives. 



Last fall, when I returned from a trip in 

 the Adirondacks, at Plumadore pond, I 

 told him about watching for deer, at the 

 East shore, behind some focks. 



" That is where I saw a wildcat, about 20 

 years ago," he said. Uncle Hi had been 

 watching the pond, for deer to take to the 

 water when they should be pressed by the 

 hounds. Hearing a noise behind him, he 

 had turned. 



" I saw the biggest wildcat," he said, 

 " man ever saw, not 4 rods away, standing 



with his fore feet on a log, looking at me. 

 It seemed as if he was about three-quarters 

 eyes. While I looked, the brute mounted 

 the log. Then my hair began to come up. 

 I had only a single barreled rifle, and not 

 being well acquainted with wildcats, I was 

 afraid if I didn't kill him instantly I might 

 stand a chance of getting my coat torn. 



" Much as I wished to get his hide, I de- 

 termined if that cat would let me alone, I 

 would him. Knowing cats have an aver- 

 sion to getting their feet wet, I backed 

 around the rocks, with the water up to my 

 waist, keeping my eyes on the cat, and 

 waded half an hour before I dared approach 

 the shore. When out of sight of the ani- 

 mal I worked my way to the bank, and ran 

 for camp. 



"I didn't tell the boys how I got wet; 

 thought it wasn't necessary for them to 

 know everything." 



M. P. E., Clarenceville, P. Q. 



