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RECREATION. 



away, but rapidly making it more. Snatch- 

 ing up the gun I poured 2 ounces of lead 

 into an inoffensive tree, then stared while 

 the turkey sailed gracefully away. 



I was fully awake then and yelped 10 

 times as much as was necessary, to make 

 up for lost time. Then father's gun rang 

 out, followed by the whiffling of a big 

 bird through the air above me. It was a 

 turkey and he passed within range, but 

 he was going so fast I didn't have the 

 presumption to shoot. 



The next noise to disturb the quiet was 

 the mournful howling of the young setter. 

 Then father came down to my blind, a dis- 

 gusted look on his face, the dogs following 

 dejectedly behind him. It seems he had 

 a turkey coming, when the pup saw it, 

 jumped out of the blind and* chased it 

 away. Father gave him a lesson in be- 



havior, received vociferously enough to 

 scare everything out of the woods. 



When we went to get the horse we 

 found the bridle hanging to the tree all 

 right, but the other end was empty. The 

 old horse had slipped the headstall and de- 

 parted. It was getting late, so we didn't 

 attempt to track her up. Father said she 

 would come home all right, if she wasn't 

 already there; so he shouldered the bridle 

 and the turkey and led off, while I trotted 

 on behind. We had not gone far when we 

 spied a big fat turkey that had gone to rest 

 in a small tree. Father gathered her in and 

 we hit the road once more. 



Home seemed eternally far off, but we 

 got there at last. The old horse hadn't 

 arrived. A neighbor rode her in next morn- 

 ing, having found her the evening before 

 making love to his fodder stacks. 



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AMATEUR PHOTO BY F. A. BURR, 



PREPARING SUPPER. 



Winner of 29th Prize in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



Blohart — Yes, I once thought of going on 

 the stage, but friends dissuaded me. 



Knocker — Friends of the stage, I pre- 

 sume. — Baltimore American. 



