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short distance we jumped another buck, and 

 papa gave him a shot from the .39-. 30, but 

 did not kill him though he wounded him 

 badly, and he got into some brush and logs. 

 I was told to finish him ; he could not possi- 

 bly get away with two good shots near, with 

 their large guns. So I crawled on a log and 

 there, just over the log and in the bush, he 

 stood looking at me. I put a .22 bullet be- 

 tween his eyes and over he tumbled to stay. 

 And had I been as big as I felt, I could have 

 carried that deer out of there myself (but I 

 didn't). 



After dressing the deer and hanging him 

 up, we went a short distance, and saw plenty 

 more deer, but they were mostly does and 

 fawns , which of course we did not want. We 

 had seen in all fifteen deer. 



We then returned to camp, ate our dinner, 

 and as we had all the venison we needed, our 

 hunt was spoiled, and I was very sorry as we 

 had gone prepared to stay three or four days, 

 but had better luck than we expected. The 

 sun was now shining, so we started for home 

 and had a downhill pull at it, and the deer 

 being cut up and put in the knapsacks, made 

 traveling much easier than going in. So we 

 stored away under an old log all of our 

 cooking utensils for some future time. 



Just before we reached the railroad station 

 Mr. Barger killed a nice spike buck, so we 

 had a deer each. After arriving at the sta- 

 tion we got our second dinner. We had but 

 about one hour to wait for the train which 

 carried us home. I arrived at home early in 

 the evening, rather tired, but feeling proud 

 of my first hunt. 



This was but last summer, when I was but 

 twelve years old, and I think I shall get to 

 try my luck again this year and see if I can't 

 do better. 



Glenn Patrick, 

 Roseburg, Ore. 



WHITTLE A NOTCH. 

 Dear Founder : 



The "badges" came all right and we thank 

 you for them. We have two new members, 

 viz. : Thomas Meehan and Elmer Anderson. 



We have been on a camping trip at Hamp- 

 ton Beach. 



We camped on a point with Hampton River 

 on one side and the Ocean on the other. We 

 caught flounders, tom-cod, dinners and perch. 

 We dug clams and bought lobsters. We had 

 a jolly time and were sorry when the week 

 was done. We made chowders ; in fact, did 

 all our cooking over a fire. 



We did odd jobs for the money we used. 



We sold old junk, cleaned a cellar, did 

 errands, etc., and sold lemonade. 



At Hampton Beach we found one morning 

 a little duck swimming on the water in the 

 well, so we made a chain of boys, putting the 

 lightest on the end, and lescued it. The well 

 was quite shallow ; if it had been otherwise, 

 boys instead of ducks would have been in the 

 well. Our tent was only a dozen feet or so 

 from the river, and when the tide came up 

 we were afraid we would get wet. 



With kind regards, I am, 



Yours truly, 



C. H. Batchelder. 

 (Davy Crockett for Dan Beard Fort, S. O 

 D. B.) 



MY BRIARWOOD PIPE. 



BY CHARLES HALLOCK. 



My briarwood pipe is my warmest of friends ; 

 Its heart is aglow, and its excellence lends 

 A solace and joy to my innermost soul, 

 As the incense floats off from its ash-tinctured 

 bowl. 



And through the thin weft of vapory blue 

 Which so gracefully curls and fades from my 



view, 

 Bright visions of life seem to come and to go, 

 Like wavelets that break in the tide's ebb and 



flow. 



In camp, when the firelight gleams fitfully 



out ; 

 In the field, or at sea, as I travel about, 

 Fond mem'ries of home grow warm in my 



soul, 

 As kindles the spark in my briarwood bowl. 



Good briarwood ! Briarwood, cheering my 



heart ! 

 In all phases of life sustaining thy part ; 

 The "weeds" which you burn ever help me to 



bear 

 With surcease of grief the weeds that I wear. 



So I bless thee, good pipe, for thv service to 



man ! 

 The bridge of our lifetime so helpful to span ; 

 The comfort afforded, the joy it inspires. 

 And the spark kept alive at our home altar 



fires. 



Let others delight in the Powhattan pipe ; 

 The corncob so sweet when the harvest is 



ripe ; 

 Or meerschaum, conceived by the foam of ib a 



sea ; 

 My briarwood pipe is the pipe, boys, for me ! 





