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(Continued from page 15.) 
suffin’ to say bout de wicked in dis world, and 
will laff and laff fit ter 'bust hisself, I recon. 
Sposen he bin on dat log in dat situration, wood 
de Lord a bin wid him in de angerish oh de 
minute any more dan wid enny odder? Reckon 
not. Enny nigger in dat situration hes gotta de¬ 
pend on hisself.” 
“Well, Alex, go in the bow and I will go aft; 
we will soon reach the river. You must do 
something to get warm. We will make camp by 
4 o’clock, somewhere below Sandbar Ferry.” 
The exciting journey was recommenced and in 
the course of a quarter of an hour or so we 
reached the broad waters of the Savannah River, 
where the leading boat was found, awaiting us. 
The cause of delay was explained and provok¬ 
ed mirth from the whole party. Joe had no 
time or opportunity to moralize then. 
The river current was slow and easy; we 
floated and paddled until nearly 4 o’clock, then 
camped on the sandy beach a hundred yards or 
so from the river. Stakes were driven and boats 
securedly fastened, and this was very fortun¬ 
ate. The tent was put up in a trice, gun cases 
and camp plunder housed, the fire was soon 
glowing and supper well on the way, and plen¬ 
ty. Sam and I were seated enjoying a bounti¬ 
ful meal at the hands of one of the best camp 
cooks I have ever known. Before supper was 
finished rain began to fall and drove us inside the 
tent. Soon the short winter day ended and 
night shut down like the lid on a kettle. The 
camp fire was kept up and the end flaps of the 
tent partially open. We sat on our blankets, 
smoked and talked of the morrow’s work, and 
about where we would begin to find ducks. Nine 
o’clock found us fast asleep, thoroughly tired 
out, sleeping a sleep known only to those who 
court the open air with the gun in the woods, in 
the fields and on the streams. 
I awoke once during the night and heard the 
rain drumming on our canvas roof. The 
thought of the dismal and wet condition ot 
things outside made us more appreciative of the 
warmth and snugness of things inside. I again 
was wooing the drowsy god with that delicious 
feeling of comfort and security, just on the verge 
of forgetfulness, that moment when the mind 
wanders into oblivion, when Sam announced that 
it was 6 o’clock. 
I immediately arose. Hastily dressing and go¬ 
ing out I looked upon a dull, leaden sky and 
rain. The wind blew the mist and rain in from 
the river with chilling effect. Pools of water 
here and there surrounded the tent, the corn 
stalks in a neighboring field looked woebegone 
and dripping. A crow, sitting in the branches 
of a persimmon tree, gave a despairing croak 
and shook his sable plumage in apparent dis¬ 
gust—A dismal camp that comes to a sportsman 
and is received cheerfully, knowing it to be a 
part of his fortune afield. 
Presently, Joe had a good fire going, and un¬ 
der its influence camp grew more cheerful. 
“What are you going to give us for break¬ 
fast?” asked Sam. 
“I recon, Mars Sam, dare’ll be some biskits 
and fried ham an’ ‘scaip! scaip!’ ” “Snipe, by 
glory,” said Sam, “over there on the flats by the 
cornfield. Snipe for breakfast.” 
I rushed into the tent and limbered up the 
12 gauges. Alex opened the ammunition box 
and supplied us with shells loaded with No. 9 
shot. All three of us ran up the bank and over 
the fence, Alex to assist. flushing and marking 
down the dead birds. Twenty steps from the 
fence, three birds flushed, Sam made a fine 
double and I killed one. We separated two hun¬ 
dred yards or so. The birds rose within fair 
range, and by the time the field was crossed we 
had bagged ten and a half brace. Once I wiped 
Sam’s eye, and that gave me a feeling of pride 
that lasted for some time. Sam missed with 
one barrel a long range shot, turning the bird 
my way. Had our dogs been with us, and the 
ground worked well, we would have added more 
birds to the bag and enjoyed seeing the dogs 
work, which is fifty per cent, of the sport. 
Returning to camp we found breakfast about 
ready. 
“How many ob de long bills did you alls git?” 
inquired Joe. 
“Right smart lot; dar wuz a heap on em ober 
dar an hit wuz jist bilin’ fun fur bout hafen 
owah,” replied Alex, who already had a number 
of the snipes dressed. Presently Joe had half 
a dozen birds spitted before the glowing coals, 
and not many minutes elapsed until they assum¬ 
ed that tender, dark brown color, which pro¬ 
nounced them cooked. But these birds eaten 
“green” did not compare in flavor and tender¬ 
ness with birds hung up in a dry, cold place for 
four or five days, yes a week. All game birds 
should be so treated in order to have them ot, 
the table at their best. 
(To be continued.) 
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