‘•OUR FARM.” SON¬ 
NY BOY HAS A NEW 
EXPERIENCE, HIGH 
IN THE PENNSYL¬ 
VANIA HILLS. AND 
HERE IS OUR TEM¬ 
PORARY “CAMP.” IN 
THE GRAY DAWN 
DEER CAME UP TO 
THE VERY DOOR. 
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A VIEW FROM THE HILL-TOP, OUT 
ACROSS PLEASANT VALLEY WAYS AND 
TO THE MAJESTIC DELAWARE. WHY 
IS IT SO FEW SPORTSMEN KNOW OF 
THIS LAND OF GREAT PROMISE, 
WHERE SO MUCH GAME ABOUNDS? 
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"CHIP.” OUR GENIAL PIKE 
COUNTY NEIGHBOR, WHO 
KNEW AND LOVED THE FOR¬ 
ESTS AND WHO HAD MUCH TO 
SAY ON THE SUBJECT OF THE 
PRESERVATION OF TREES. 
chemist’s bottle will do any good. Take 
it easy. You like to be outdoors. Been 
thinking of yourself too much of the 
while and those Club luncheons of nine 
courses, every day, have not helped. 
Your best medicine is the very out¬ 
doors you love. But I would be op¬ 
posed to strenuous exercise—even fish¬ 
ing. Learn to make a complete suc¬ 
cess of loafing and the simple life. The 
average American business man re¬ 
laxes as cheerfully as a seaman’s knot, 
salt-water soaked. It would be fine if 
there was a little farm somewhere— 
and, who knows—near it, deep in the 
woods, a place where brook trout hide. 
Don’t go alone . . . and don’t take 
anyone along who will keep you up 
late, or encourage your inveterate 
pipe .... that boy of yours 
would be just the very chum. 
Would you mind?” 
A year ago I most assuredly 
would have minded. 
Now it was different. 
It would mean taking Sonny- 
boy out of his school in advance 
of vacation days. But he had 
accompanied me to Florida for 
three weeks and, on his return, 
soon made up all that had been 
lost. Sonnyboy was leading his 
class. And right here, a digres¬ 
sion; outdoor life, vigorous ex¬ 
ercise, a line overboard and a 
pulse tripping to the ecstasy of 
genuine sport, feeds the mind 
as well as the body. I have 
broken the back of Sonnybov’s 
school sessions occasionally— 
A VIVID PANORAMA OF TUMBLING 
WATER, NEAR THE GIFFORD P1NCHOT 
ESTATE, AND LESS THAN A HALF MILE 
FROM OUR "TROUT RESERVE.” THE 
SPECKLED BEAUTIES LURK IN DEEP 
POOLS AT THE FOOT OF SUCH PLACES 
AS THIS. 
and, in the end, he seemed to profit by 
it. It is not my intention to suggest 
this as a regular diet, but a paren¬ 
thetic observation should be made that 
lusty living makes for lusty thinking. 
The two of us packed our kits and 
were off once more, comrades of ad¬ 
venture. A friend had purchased an 
old deserted farm high in the Pennsyl¬ 
vania hills. At present, it was un¬ 
occupied. But there was a delightful 
little rookery of a house, a ramshackle 
barn, orchards of gnarled and world- 
weary apple trees, and a view of the 
Delaware River, flowing on and on, 
into swimming seas of mist, miles 
across sunlit valley land. It was a 
farm placed there generations ago, at 
a time when habitations were often a 
half day’s journey apart . . . and this 
section had not been changed by man. 
The nearest neighbor was miles distant. 
“Go right on up . . . here are the 
keys . . . make yourself at home,” 
urged the friend, “and rumor—rumor, 
mind you, handed down from some¬ 
body’s great-great grandfather, has it 
that there are secret brook trout 
streams, practically untouched. It’s as 
primitive up there as if there had never 
been such a thing as the Income Tax 
... or Endurance Dances or bobbed 
hair. A game warden? Down in the 
village, yes. Mounted constabulary 
. . . those sleek, heroic god-like Penn¬ 
sylvania forest rangers . . . apt to 
stumble on you anywhere in the most 
unexpected places. I’d take out a 
license if I were you just to show you 
respect Law and Order. And Bill . . . 
some moonlit night, tip-toe to the win- 
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THE OLD BAR N— 
KINGDOM OF RO- 
M A N C E. OF DIM 
SHADOWS, THE SCENT 
OF HAY. AND THE 
ABIDING PLACE OF 
CHIPMUNKS. WAS 
THERE EVER A BOY 
WHO DID NOT “LOVE 
A BARN”? 
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