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RECREA TION. 



vos afrait of dot fox, a*nd ven dot fox 

 comes, he schneaks avay und hites. 



" Veil, ven she don't get von of my 

 schickens, dot fox she go pack ofer dot 

 fielt und dot marsch to dot islant; but she 

 vos hungery und soon she go dot oder 

 vay rount und schneaks up bei Geo. Kizer's 

 hen-house und stheal von of his hens, und 

 take him pack mit her to dot islant und 

 eat him. 



" Ven Kizer he fint out dot she haf kilt 

 von of his hens — my, put he vos mat! — He 

 loats up his gun, mit pig shot, und he votch 

 for dot fox. 



" Von Sunday my nephew, he com to 

 visit me und I ax him of he efer see a fox. 

 He sed he nefer seen a fox; und I told him 

 to come mit me und maybe I vould show 

 him a fox. So ve vent oud bei my parn 

 und vait, und soon dot fox she come 

 down off dot islant und arount dem villows 

 und ofer dot fielt bei mine house und up 

 bei my parn. My nephew he say, ' Is dot a 

 fox?' und I say, 'Dot is a fox.' He say 

 ' Is a fox ret und do a fox haf a pushy 

 dail? ' und I say, ' A fox is ret and a fox 

 haf a pushy tail, und ven you see a ret ani- 

 mal like dot, mit a pushy tail, mit some 

 vite bei de ent, dat is a fox.' 



" Dot fox see us und don't got a hen 

 bei my hen house und she go pack bei 

 dot fielt und ofer dot marsch und bei dose 

 villows to dot islant, but she soon schneaks 

 ofer bei Kizer's hen-house again. Kizer, 

 he vos vatchen, und ven she comes up bei 

 his hen-house, he shoot her down ded und 

 kilt her. Dot vas a schame! " 



ON THE DEAD DIMOND. 



KARL O. BALCH. 



Tuesday evening, September 21st, I 

 alighted from a train at Colebrook, N. H., 

 and the next morning Mr. Frank P. Gil- 

 more unfolded to me a plan, for a day's 

 outing on the " Dead Dimond." 



By one o'clock we were off for the 

 35 mile drive to " Wentworth's location." 

 For a team we had a pair of fast horses, 

 hitched to a double seated buckboard and 

 driven by our old friend, and guide, 

 " Spoff " Flint, a most trustworthy, well 

 informed woodsman. Mr. Geo. McGinley, 

 of Colebrook, and W. H. Adams, of Bos- 

 ton, with 2 other Colebrook men, made up 

 our party and drove another team. Our 

 trip from Colebrook, to the famous " Dix- 

 ville Notch," was made in about 2 hours. 

 The bright autumnal foliage of the grand 

 old mountains, on one side, and the bold, 

 rugged face of the notch on the other, with 

 the beautiful little lake nestling between, 

 made up a charming picture. We drove 

 on to Erroll, 10 miles distant, through a 

 very fertile farming region; thence, over 

 Erroll mountain, into the Magalloway val- 

 ley and on to Mr. Geo. Flint's. Here we 



stayed the first night, and found hospital- 

 ity of the most bountiful kind. Early next 

 morning, we began the remaining 4^ 

 miles of our trip, up the Dimond river, to 

 an opening in the wilderness known as* 

 " Brown's Farm." No one lives there, but 

 we found a comfortable log camp, with a 

 stove, and other convenient articles. 



It was 10 o'clock before we had our 

 horses tethered, camp outfit unpacked, 

 guns out, and ready for the day's sport. 

 Starting through the clearing, to the edge 

 of the forest, we separated, and approached 

 the river cautiously. I was just nearing 

 the bank when I heard a deer on the other 

 side. I quickly brought my gun to my 

 shoulder, and in a moment saw the animal 

 poke his nose out of the bushes. While 

 waiting for him to show up a trifle more, 

 " bang " went a gun, and the deer gave 

 a great bound, turning a complete somer- 

 sault over the bank into the river, with a 

 bullet through its heart. Mr. McGinley 

 fired the fatal shot. Just at this time 3 shots 

 sounded in quick succession,- down the 

 river. To our disappointment they were 

 unsuccessful, having been fired by one of 

 the party who must have been attacked 

 with buck fever. Satisfied with our morn- 

 ing's work, we returned to camp. 



Disappointment came the next morning, 

 for we found it raining hard. Nevertheless 

 after breakfast we all went out, and in the 

 " round up " at noon, found several brace 

 of grouse to our credit. 



Dinner eaten, horses hitched up, and 

 back we went to Colebrook. Thence I re- 

 turned home, taking with me a hind quar- 

 ter of the deer and some grouse. 



AT BIG LAKE, MINN. 



J. G. P. 



On October 5, 1897, W. H. Long, Fred 

 C. Whitney and I left Des Moines, to 

 spend a few days in Northwestern Minne- 

 sota, on a fishing expedition. On the 

 afternoon of the 7th, we arrived at Fare- 

 well lake, in Stearnes county, and spent 

 the rest of the day fishing for black bass. 

 This fish is the only species in the lake; 

 though in the many other lakes of this sec- 

 tion can also be found the red horse, lake 

 pickerel, etc. We were well repaid for the 

 time spent there, and each caught a fine 

 string of fish. They ranged in weight 

 from ^4 to 5^2 pounds. I landed one that 

 weighed 5 pounds. Mr. Long took home 

 a goodly number of fish as proof of his 

 skill. 



The next day we l,eft Farewell lake, by 

 way of Clear Water, crossing the Missis- 

 sippi river in the direction of Sauk Rapids, 

 and then South along the chain of lakes for 

 35 miles, to Big lake. There we stopped 

 for a few days, and there I spent the re- 

 mainder of my vacation after the other 



