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RECREATION. 



started on our day's paddle cf 25 or 30 

 miles. A light lunch at noon saw us 

 through until we camped in the evening 

 on the first suitable spot that appeared. By 

 the time tea had been prepared it would 

 generally be past sunset. Then we would of 

 necessity be compelled to eat by moonlight, 

 assisted by our candle-lantern. By the 

 way, that last mentioned article we con- 

 sider a grand invention ; no coal oil to 

 leak or soill, merely a few pounds of 

 candles and a light globe lantern. 



I have camped in this same locality for 



some years past, but my brothers agree 

 with me that until this fall we never knew 

 what real camping was. For those who 

 do not mind roughing it, and can put up 

 'with and enjoy little inconveniences, a 

 canoe trip through these islands is an ideal 

 outing. The constant exercise, pure and 

 invigorating air, dazzlingly clear water, 

 ever changing scenery, and abundance of 

 fish and game, combine to make One of the 

 most enjoyable experiences that one could 

 imagine. 



KING'S EX. 



EDWIN L. SABIN. 



The children are playing the old, old games 



Out there on the beckoning grass.. 

 I hear the laughter, and mocking names 



Of rollicking lad and lass. 

 And sudden an urchin halts his pace, 



The swoop of his comrades checks, 

 And see ! He is granted the sought-for 

 grace 



At the spell of his cry: "King's ex." 



"King's ex!" and never, tho' stout the fray, 



This charm in vain is tried ! 

 And are we, who were children but yester- 

 day, 



The right to such ruse denied? 

 Look here, friends all, I would stop and 

 rest, 



My respite let none dare vex ; 

 Come quiet and truce, by naught oppressed, 



"King's ex!" busy, world, "King's ex!" 



"King's ex," to the hurrying to and fro ; 



The strenuous rush and rout; 

 The city's pitiless ebb and flow, 



The struggles within, without. 

 "King's ex !" I am weary of barter and 

 throng ; 



To win or to lose, who recks? 

 Oh, the wildwood ways, and the thrushes' 

 song! 



"King's ex !" Father Time, "King's ex !" 



"Lizzie's come home from th' city with 

 a lot o' newfangled cookin' idees," said Mr. 

 Meddergrass. "Fixed up a new kind o' 

 custard pie last night with what she called 

 a mee-rang on top of it." 



"Mee-rang?" said Mr. Cartapple. "Now, 

 what'n airth's thet like?" 



"Hanged if I know. Somepin' like sweet- 

 ened soapsuds." — Judge. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY ALBERT HAANSTAO. 



SAILING BY MOONLIGHT. 



Winner of 51st Prize in Recreation's 8th Annual 

 Photo Competition. 



"Please print instructions for smoking 

 sausage," wrote the constant reader to the 

 answers-for-the-anxious ed : tor. 



"Which — the long or the fine cut?" he 

 wrote beneath the query. — Judge. 



