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RECREATION. 



my mind not ter git fur from th' fire uv er 

 night. There wuz er good many cabbage 

 palmetto 'round some uv th' dry ponds 

 an' ever' one wuz clawed up where coons 

 had clomb 'em ter lay up endurin' th' day- 

 time. I got ter watchin' fer 'em, an' 

 dreckly I seen somethin' black in one, an' 

 we went ter it, an' there wuz 2 ole coons 

 layin' up in th' sun, big as Ike. Pa sed, 

 "There's er couple uv hides fer you, son," 

 an' I walked aroun' till I had 'em double 

 an' pulled down on 'em with er load uv 

 low mould buck shot, an' they come er 

 rollin' ter th' ground', an I wouldn't fool 

 you. We snatched th' hides off 'fore you 

 could fix an' went on ter camp. 



They had er big chunk of venizon an' 

 sweet pertaters baked in th' skillet, an' 

 biskit, an' I never et nothin' that good be- 



fore. Uncle Dick 'n' Mr. Sam had th' 

 slickest little palmetter shack you ever 

 seen, built beside th' shelter ter keep ar 

 hides an' other truck under. I got some 

 sticks an' stretched my coon hides an' 

 hung 'em in th' shack, an' by that it wuz 

 gittin' tolable late in th' evenin', an' me 

 'n' Mr. Sam went to th branch an' ketched 

 another big mess uv perch an' cleaned 'em 

 an' brought 'em ter camp. Pa 'n' Uncle 

 Dick fried 'em, an' what was left uv th' 

 little doe, an' er lot uv pertaters, an' Pa 

 swore if he wuz ter eat sich er bait as I 

 did it 'ud kill 'irh. It wuz tolable cool 

 after sundown an' we built th' fire up with 

 light'ud an' sot 'round it, an' I don't want 

 no better'n ter lie 'round er big fire in 

 camp an' hear tales 'bout huntin', an' var- 

 mints an' sich. 



CONFIDENCE. 



REV. H. E. FROHOCK. 



I'm far from home 



Amid the eternal hills ; 



Alone I roam, 



Strange awe my spirit fills. 



From forest haunts 



The bird notes flutter clear, 

 And nothing daunts 



The squirrel's chatt'ring cheer. 



I'm far from home 



And in the gloom complain ; 

 These are at home. 



As trill and note explain. 



I dread and fear, 



Misfortunes apprehend ; 

 These bound with cheer 



Upon the boughs that bend. 



Ah ! forest life, 



More confident than we 

 Who foster strife 



And fell the forest tree, 



Teach me the art 



To live as blithe and free; 

 Rejoicing from the heart 



Alone with God to be. 



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AMATEUR PHOTO BY A. E. HAMMOND. 



ANTELOPE AT HOME. 



