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Rubber 
Coat 
Pattern No. 28 
‘‘Just what I want, 
@, and the only coat I ever 
4 found that would really 
: shed rain.” — 
F. A. Knicuts, M.D. 




« Absolutely waterproof, weight 434 lbs. 
Sent express paid in U.S. on receipt of $5. 
Sizes 36 to 46 inches (breast). Length 52 inches 
BANNER 
Hunting Shoes 
Good quality ribbed rub- 
ber with top of best 
leather or water-proof 
wool lined 
brown duck. 
? Excellent for 
wet grass, 
marsh or snow 
hits express mall in U.S. on receipt of $3.50. 
NorthernRubberCo, 23% St.Paul, Minn, 

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Ai Stallman Dresser’ Crunk 
KEEPS YOUR CLOTHING 
FLAT AND SMOOTH 
Everything in reach. No heavy trays, but light, easy run- 
ning drawers. Holds as much and costs no more than a good 
box trunk. Hand riveted, almost indestructible. Once tried, 
always recommended. Sent C. O. D. , privilege examina- 
tion. 2c stamp for catalogue, Mention RECREATION, 
F, A. STALLMAN 
87 W. Spring St. Columbus, O. 

RECREATION. 
-THE STORY OF A DOG. 
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At my feet it lies, quiet, cosy, warm. 
All ‘see in it a mere tanned dog skin, 
but to me it holds many a golden memory 
of happy days. My friend, Chas. York. 
wrote me, “I send you to-day a dog that 
I believe will -_prove a good one.” Pres- 
ently a box was brought to. my door by 
the American Express man, who said. 
“There, Mr. E——, I have brought you a 
nice, new dog.” He had brought me one 
a few months before from Philadelphia, 
an Irish setter, that had all the faults of 
his race and none of its virtues. I felt 
relieved when at last he went the way of 
all the earth. I tore the slats from the 
new box and took out the prettiest Llewel- 
lyn I had seen for many a year. 
I named him Turk, and he became part 
of the household and grew in our affece 
tions. At 6 months he stood his first 
woodcock; at 8, his first grouse; at 13, 
his first quail. From that time until death 
came to him he never neglected duty. 
One morning we started out for wood- 
cock, and when we came to the chaparral 
the dog.went and soon froze. I flushed 
my bird. Bang! went my gun, and on flew 
the bird. Soon another point was made, 
another flush, another shot and miss. Ten 
such chances, 10 misses, and Turk came out 
of the brush, dropped on his haunches be- 
fore me and looked up into my face, as 
if to say, “You cannot shoot.” Then he 
turned and started for home. I whistled, 
I called, but he kept right on. I tried to 
tramp up the birds, but found I could not, 
and, finally thinking the deg “had more 
sense than I had, I returnea home. As I 
entered the house the dog came out from 
under the porch wagging his tail, as if to 
say, “You won’t whip me, will you?” I 
spoke to him kindly, and he danced around. 
Early next morning we went to the same 
ground and soon the dog came to a point. 
“Steady, steady!” Whir! Bang! “Go. 
fetch.” In came the dog wagging his tail 
with a timber-doodle in his mouth. So on 
through the day, anywhere, everywhere the 
dog would go, so delighted was he. That 
day there was no sneaking home ashamed 
of his master. 
When old and blind, and one of his sons 
had taken his father’s place, Turk would, 
when he heard us making preparations to 
hunt, raise his sightless eyes to our faces 
and beg to go with us. I would some- 
times take him along. He would set off 
on a trot, only to bump his head against 
a tree or stump. Then I would take him 
to the carriage and lay him there, and if 
I took a bird and put-it near his nose he 
seemed content. 
Poor old fellow, I sit to-night with my 
feet on your glossy hair and think of you 
somewhere enjoying your well earned rest 
Peace to you! @ 
To-night I ‘see again the hill and dell, 
the marsh and field and the old dog mak- 
ing game and standing at point. I close 
my eyes and hear the whir-r-r of wings. 
