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RECREATION. 



found another message similar to the first. 

 It was nearly dark, so we stayed there all 

 night, starting after them early in the 

 morning. Dave and Luke were at this 

 camp for dinner, as we afterward learned. 

 Dave thought he would catch a few 

 trout in the stream close by, and had 

 only gone a short distance when he 

 saw a bear cross just ahead of him. He 

 said he was not long getting back, and they 

 pulled out as quickly as possible. After fol- 

 lowing them 2 days we came to a ranch 

 where they had spent the night and there 

 learned for the first time that they were all 



right. To say that I was provoked would 

 be putting it mildly. If we had stayed at 

 Old Pilot we would surely have caught 

 several bears. We missed an opportunity 

 such as will never occur again. On the 

 fourth day we found the men. Dave said 

 he "had not lost any bear and was not go- 

 ing to hunt any." I wanted to see Dave 

 face a mad grizzly, but he would not have 

 it that way. I told him the next time we 

 would go for jack rabbits. There was evi- 

 dently too much bear talk in camp for a 

 tenderfoot. 



JOCK 'O THE GUN. 



DOROTHY H. BARRON. 



I like to go hunting with Jock a' The Gun 

 In the blue September weather; 



He takes his rifle 



And I my pail, 



I look for mushrooms 



And he for quail, 

 And rusty coat Don is out for fun, 

 All three of us birds of a feather. 



Up Mooly Cow lane 



And over the hill, 



Through Puff Ball pasture, 



My pail to fill. 

 Don's off and his master must follow 



To the woodland way; 



But he lets me stay 

 In the silence of Hemlock hollow, 



And the creeping pine 



Where blue berries grow, 



Trails over the ground, 



And the hemlocks shine, 

 And the song sparrow pipes on the top- 

 most bough. 



I lie and wonder where Jack is now ; 

 And hear him whistle, and whistle back, 

 Then listen and wait for his rifle's crack. 



Once, and again, 



There's a joyous shout 



As Don and Jack 



From the woods burst out; 

 And homeward we start together; 



For the day is done 



And the sun sinks low 

 While over the hills we saunter slow. 

 I like to go hunting with Jock o' The Gun 

 In the blue September weather. 



AN OLD TIMER. 



Enclosed I send you photo of a Taney 

 county, Mo., Methodist minister. While 

 down there deer hunting last fall I met 

 him looking for a deer he had wounded. 

 You will notice he is a type of the old 

 school hunter, shooting the old muzzle 

 loader and never wasting a shot. He had 

 the misfortune to lose his powder horn and 



NEVER WASTES A SHOT. 



had no powder to reload his gun, de- 

 pending on his hound to catch the wounded 

 game. We found the deer and a pot shot 

 put him out of business, a 5-prong buck. 

 Throwing the deer across his horse we 

 started for camp. Being out of meat, we 

 divided the deer and after dinner we got 

 the old gentleman to pose for his photo. 

 G. W. Elder, Kinmundy, 111. 



Sr.nday-school Teacher — How many 

 commandments are there, Willie? 



Willie — Ten. 



Suppose you were to break one of them? 



Then there'd only be 9. — Philadelphia 

 Bulletin. 



