n8 RECREATION 



by where the San Miguel empties into was a party of poor shots. As a mat- 



the Frio, he will see a small mound stir- ter of fact some really wonderful deer 



mounted by a board, on which is in- and turkey hunting was done, but, to 



scribed an epitaph as given further on. my mind, the most readable hunting 



The reader may imagine that ours yarns are those of the comedy order.' 



THE EPITAPH 



Here lies 



William Goat 



A Sacrifice to Poor Aim 



December 27, 1895 



THE WAY TO THE FOREST OF ARDEN 



By OSCAR BRUMBAUGH 



No signboards show which road to take 



To reach its ever-peaceful skies ; 

 Each one must his own journey make 



To find where Arden Forest lies. 



For who can tell how far to go, 



There is no book from which to learn; 



One may stop here or there, and lo ! 

 It's gates are just beyond the turn. 



The path that leads on straight ahead 

 May take one farther from the goal ; 



And this one which so many tread 

 May still perplex and vex the soul. 



What route to take no one can say, 

 'Tis found on neither may nor chart; 



Only the joyous find the way, 

 Only the kind and light of heart. 



