AN IDEAL CAMP. 



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shot, as I had expected to find it, but after 

 diligent search I succeeded in finding that 

 the wound which had undoubtedly caused 

 the animal's death was inflicted by a single 



buck shot which had plowed a little furrow 

 across the top of the tail — not deep enough 

 to be painful, but just deep enough to be 

 fatal. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY E. H. ASHCRAFT. 



"CURSE THAT LIMB." 

 Awarded Eighteenth Prize in Recreation's Second Annual Photo Competition. 



AN IDEAL CAMP, 



c. P. 



I have in mind a cabin 



Set among the forest trees, 



And upon a sloping hillside 



Where 'twould catch the freshest breeze; 



With a clear and gentle river, 



Flowing by the door. 



And not a single settler 



For twenty miles or more. 



Where the flowers upon the hillside 

 Would bloom the whole year through; 

 Where the grass is always green, 

 Where the sky is always blue; 

 Where the game is always plenty 

 And the streams are full of fish, 

 With a good and trusty Marlin — 

 What more could sportsman wish? 



Yes, a pipe and good tobacco, 

 As I lie upon the grass, 

 Listening to the squirrels' chatter 

 And the river flowing past; 

 And a copy of Recreation 

 To pass the time away. 

 Then would life be full of joy — 

 Be one long summer day. 



