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RECREATION. 



The less pleasant aftermath over, and no 

 trees being near, I covered my venison 

 well with brush, after having pried open 

 the breastbone and inserted a stick to ad- 

 mit as much air as possible into the carcass. 

 Then came a pipe, over which I was caught 

 by dusk. 



Darkness has a habit, in these parts, 

 of following close on the heels of twi- 

 light. It was pitch dark when I mount- 

 ed my horse. I gave him the reins and 

 he showed much sagacity in taking me 

 to the home of my friend Barker, which I 

 reached about 9 p. m. 



AMATEUR PHOTO Br A. BURRITT. 



A REMARKABLE REFLECTION. 

 Bridge over Mahoning river, Lowellville, Ohio. Taken just before sunrise. 



SEPTEMBER. 



L. C. ELERICK. 



There's a dreamy haze o'er valley and hill; 



There's a hush in the ambient air; 

 There's a quieter tone to the rollicking rill, 



And a peacefulness everywhere. 



On the forest leaves is a touch of gold, 

 And the red and the crimson show 



That another summer is growing old, 

 And calmly preparing to go. 



The song of the wish-ton-wish no more 

 Is heard 'neath the aging trees; 



The oriole passes a continent o'er 

 And sings by the Southern seas. 



The swallow has gone, and the bluebird 

 demure, 

 And the finch with bright red breast; 

 And with happiness, quiet and holy and. 

 pure, 

 All nature is sinking to rest. 



