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RECREA TION. 



them off, one by one, all but Major. He 

 came home the following day, although 12 

 miles away. His long ears were cut, 

 scratched and bleeding, from running 

 through the brush in the dark. 



The skin of one fox lies at my feet, and 



every time I look at it, I think of the sport 

 I had in getting it, only a few miles from 

 Philadelphia. The party was out 6 times 

 last winter, getting about 10 foxes, all of 

 them gray. The supply is apparently inex- 

 haustible. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY E. J. SWETLAND. 



THE SHEPHERD AND HIS SHEEP. 



GRANDFATHER'S WISH. 



J. C. BRIGGS. 



When buds first swell upon the trees, 

 When I first hear the hum of bees, 

 When brooks are filled by frequent rain, 

 I would I were a boy again. 



When willows by the brookside sprout, 

 When all the boys go after trout, 

 When robins sing on hill and plain, 

 I would I were a boy again. 



When days begin to warmer grow, 

 When moist South winds begin to blow, 

 When flowers are blooming in the lane, 

 I would I were a boy again. 



