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RECREATION. 



Doctor Tead was a man on the shady 

 side of 50, with blue eyes and light brown 

 hair well tinged with gray. He was of 

 medium height and well built. He wore a 

 white helmet hat, gold eyeglasses, faultless- 

 ly white shirt, collar and cuffs, with a 

 neat white tie ; aside from that he was as 

 naked as the day he was born. When he 

 learned that I had come neither to laugh 

 nor scoff at him he unbent and we passed 

 an hour in pleasant conversation as we 

 marched up and down the sands of that 

 tide-water creek. 



At last, when the rising tide had nearly 

 reached the tops of my boots, the boys 

 came with the skiff. Seating myself in the 

 stern and turning to the master of the 

 Careshians, I asked him if he had some 

 lime water in his supplies? He replied 



that he had, whereon I told him to mix it 

 half and half with any oil or grease and 

 that, the product would be carron oil. 



"Cui bono/' said he? 



"Well. Doctor," I replied, "you an d your 

 men are the worst sunburned lot of fly-up- 

 the-creeks in the old cracker State to-day, 

 and the carron oil will quench the fire that 

 has already begun to burn in the calves of 

 your legs. Good-bye, Doctor, and good 

 luck to you." 



When we were fairly under way I 

 thought I would clean some fish for supper. 

 Putting my hand in my pocket I found 

 my hunting knife was gone. While I was 

 walking up and down the estuary with 

 Doctor Tead, the old Norsk knife had 

 worked out of my pocket and to-day lies 

 beneath the glistening tide of Estero. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY B. H, BEEBE, 



CHIPMUNK 



One of the 18th Prize Winners in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



