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RECREATION. 



was in at the death. A yellow cur, left 

 behind in the chase, happened to be di- 

 rectly in Brer Rabbit's course as he again 

 took to the woods. Though a laggard in 

 the race, the dog was not slow in taking 

 advantage of this windfall. He crouched 

 low as he opened his jaws to their great- 

 est extent, and waved his head from side 

 to side. With a last frantic leap Brer 

 Rabbit landed within. He was imme- 

 diately rescued, but he was then stone 

 dead. No mark of the dog's teeth could 



be found on him, and it was surmised that 

 he died of fright, or disgust. I ventured 

 to look at the Doctor. He wore a guilty 

 grin on his face and I suspect I again 

 followed his example. 



Mr. B had now appeared, and I 



transacted my business with him as quick- 

 ly as possible. As Abe and I slowly 

 wended our way campward in the gather- 

 ing dusk, ever and anon the solemn Sun- 

 day stillness was rudely shattered by 

 bursts of wild, abandoned laughter. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY ANDREW EMERINE JR. 



DE GEMMAN WHAT STOLE DE CHICKENS. 

 Highly commended in Recreation's Fifth Annual Photo Competition. 



