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RECREATION. 



we had crossed another hombre had 

 told us that wagons had been crossing 

 all the morning and that the river was 

 falling. The news that the river was 

 rising did not add any pleasure to our 

 predicament, as we were compelled to 

 cross the river again if we would re- 

 turn home. There was no way to 

 avoid it ; so, cold, wet and bedraggled, 

 we proceeded with our preparations to 

 give another impromptu performance. 

 We hitched up the old mare again, but 

 at the first cluck she did some more 

 kicking and broke some more harness. 

 That settled it. We then succeeded 



in hiring a Mexican to come across to 

 us with a little pony and some harness, 

 and thus we finally gained the other 

 shore, I again swimming the river, 

 just to keep in practice, and my com- 

 panion carrying our effects across on 

 the old mare's back. That put us on 

 the high road home. Luckily we did 

 not lose our guns, so we consoled our- 

 selves with the thought that it was not 

 so bad as it might have been. Dark- 

 ness favored us as we returned home 

 that night, wringing wet and shiver- 

 ing cold. That was my last duck 

 hunt. 



AM'T'IW PHOTO BY GARDNER CORNETT. 



THE LONE FISHERMAN. 



Winner of 21st Prize in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



