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RECREATION. 



After No. 2 had stepped over the cliff 

 we rushed forward to see how it was done, 

 and threw rocks down to accelerate his 

 movements; but not a glimpse could we 

 catch of either until we saw them scaling 

 the opposite wall of a big crevasse in which 

 they were, and then we could only stand 

 and gaze at them, dumb, except for an 

 occasional exclamation, with astonishment 



at their hardihood and agility in scaling 

 a seemingly vertical wall of rock some 

 hundreds of feet in height. Although I 

 had often read of their feats in climbing my 

 imagination never came up to the reality. 

 As this was the first time I had seen the 

 white goat in his native haunts I count my- 

 self fortunate in thus having secured some 

 good photos, if not a head. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY A. H. VERRILL. 



PLEASE RAISE YOUR CHIN A LITTLE. 



THE RUNAWAYS. 



FRANK 1 ARRINC.TON. 



Tanned by the sun of the autumn days, 

 Browned by the breezes blowing, 



Glad in their hearts, the runaways 



Roam through the sunshine glowing. 



Over the hills and into the vales, 

 Out in the wind and weather, 



Wandering about in Southerly gales, 

 Tramping o'er heath and heather; 



Over the harvested fields of fall, 

 Meadow and mead, forsaken 



Save for the crow, whose ominous call 

 Slumberous nature would waken: 



Into the woods by colors made bright, 

 Rustling the leaves, they're straying. 



Oh, for a life all autumn sunlight, 

 With care nor sorrow weighing! 



