Sheltered Nook 
Beech - Nut 
Packing Co. 
Canajoharie, N.Y. 
“Food/ of 
tine/t Flavor'* 
out of the wind, but full in the 
warm sunlight, stop for a com- 
forting bite and a hot cup. 
That’s when Beech-Nut Pea- 
nut Butter counts! 
In good husky sandwiches, 
put up before you left camp, or spread 
on fresh-cut bread from a loaf tucked 
in your kit, nothing goes to the keen 
hunger spot like Beech-Nut Peanut 
Butter. 
Taste — satisfaction — nourishment 
' — all in a glass jar that takes up little 
room in j-our pack. 
Don’t overlook taking some Beech- 
Nut Peanut Butter on your next 
hunting trip. Get it from grocer or 
outfitter. 
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Advertiser desires Agency in Denmark 
for Camping Equipment, Fishing and 
Shooting Accessories — Canoes and 
other Merchandise used by Sportsmen. 
Address 
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3 STRAND BOULEVARD COPENHAGEN, DENMARK 
struck with the spear was exhilarating.^Hi 
Here was a man who only a few short^B • 
weeks before was almost invalid, now^B i 
threshing around in the night, shouting^B i 
like a schoolboy over success or failure^! < 
of a stroke of the spear at a brook™ < 
sucker. At Matt’s suggestion each fish," ^ 
when thrown out, received a sharp rap * i 
over the head. “So it will be where we • 
leave it when we come back,” he said, * t 
“as we can only gig upstream, the wa- ' f 
ter is too riley to work back, ’sides the '<■ 
fish would be working the wrong way.” ' t 
While arranging the light, Mr. Woodhull I t 
asked the boy what use he could make f 
of so many fish at one time. “Why, I ; 
alius get somthin’ outen ’em from some- ' 
body who wants fish at this time of the 
year. Before the water gets too warm > 
they are good and they will tak ’em at i 
some price. “HoP your light right still * | 
now. See that big frog? I’ll pick him_ i 
right up, see?” and suiting the action ( 
to the word he held up an immense frog, i 
struggling hard to get free. “Ain’t they • 
the dummies ough?” he asked. In shal- 
low water the reflection of a bright light j 
on the back of a fish gives off a bluish 
glare and makes a prominent mark for | • 
the spear. “I guess we’ve got enough,” ‘ ! 
Matt remarked, “the goin’ is harder on ' ] 
up, ’sides we won’t want to carry any \ 
more. Bet we’ve got fifty pounds now. ■ 
The’s no eels around tonight much,” he i 
added, “ain’t seen but two and they were | 
small ones. Sometimes the’s plenty. I 
So back they went on the same course, I 
gathering the fish in the old bag, their | 
jack giving plenty of light for the pur- i 
pose. Matt had crossed the creek in ad- ; 
vance, carrying the fish and had put them i 
down when Mr. Woodhull heard a star- 
tled scream from the boy and he threw 
up the light in time to see Matt’s body 
disappear from view in the murky wa- 
ters and an indistinct form go scurrying 
across the meadov,'. 
(TO BE continued) 
DUCKS AND A DAY 
OF RECKONING 
(continued from page 595) 
catch the faint light. It told of thirty 
more endless waiting minutes; so we se^ ) 
tied ourselves with shells in places con- 
venient for a quick blind snatch. 
Morning’s dusk, under the cloud man- ; 
tied sky, faded as imperceptibly as mist 
from a breathy mirror; and only the as- 
surance of watches corroborated sunrise, i 
One string of flying ducks, risen high up 
from some inland water hole, showed 
plainly that the going overhead was 
heavy, fighting their progress slowly I 
with ranks tossed out of formation very ; 
often. Our eyes followed them eagerly, J 
hopeful of stragglers falling out; but 
they flew apparently tireless into specks 
vanishing into the grey east. 
With lightning suddeness, whirring 
wings whistled close over and we writhed 
about to see three black ducks flaring 
wildly among the deco3's, when their 
sharp eyes caught our movements. I 
shot hastily into what I hoped was their 
general direction without the satisfaction ( 
of a single feather. This was certainly I 
an evil beginning! Wq tossed out emptl ) 
