ADVENTURES IN 
COMRADESHIP 
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hope she’s safe. Mother’s awful nice, 
isn’t she? But I love you, too. . . just 
exactly the same. Good night.” 
Whatever that night held, of bleak 
loneliness, of weird sounds, of the con- 
sciousness of unseen beings, of mystery 
and whispering enchantment, Sonny- 
boy’s “fear” had vanished with his 
prayers for his mother, and never again 
was I even to suspect that it was in 
him, a part of him. The woods and the 
sky and the holiness of life under stars 
had won him as an invincible champion. 
He was a real sportsman—the kind we 
are surely to know in this generation 
which is upon us. 
H°” many fathers know that there 
is a new régime of Youth? How 
many men appreciate that we are on 
the eve of a great awakening to the 
glories and the purging influences of 
outdoor life? It is a reassuring thing 
to anticipate. 
We were up at daybreak, refreshed, 
keen for our return hike. 
Sonnyboy was for cooking the break- 
fast, just to show that he could do it 
professionally. Long, before I ever 
stirred from my pup tent, he had been 
a half mile down the hammock’s shore, 
with rifle and fishline, in hopeful com- 
bination. He caught no fish — which 
was not to be wondered at, although, 
in the deeper places, there were sizable 
fellows; but he did bag some small 
birds—a lone curlew and three quail! 
The latter he spitted and insisted upon 
serving exclusively to me. 
“And I want to see if I can lead the 
way back,” he pleaded, when we were 
ready to retrace our steps, “right 
through the hammock. I want to try 
it without a compass or anything... 
may I go on ahead?” 
I yielded, readily enough, even to the 
extent of holding back, and allowing 
him something of a start. 
Soon I heard his cheerful voice call- 
ing to me, and away I scurried in lum- 
bering pursuit. 
The air had freshened. An inordi- 
nately gusty wind came out of the West, 
making the myrtles and bays whip their 
tiny leaves, and sifting the dry and 
sere ones down in a rain about my 
head. It caught up the incence of the 
blossoms of the wild orange, and per- 
fumed all the open glade with a drug- 
ging incense! 
UT Sonnyboy’s call had not been 
merely to summon me to the wis- 
dom of his trail. He had found a tur- 
tle’s nest in a thicket, some quarter of 
a mile from the Indian village, and the 
allurements of it caught his faney. For 
there were two kinds of eggs—and the 
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UST one year ago Remington brought out 
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Today, the dealer can tell you how it is filling 
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for such game as raccoon, fox, bobcat, skunk and 
woodchuck. 
Men like the feel and the shooting quality of 
this beautiful arm. It is symmetrical and beau- 
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Note the details, one by one. 
Foré-end slide action type; :25-20 or .32 Win., 
Mar. and Rem. (not interchangeable); 24-inch 
round barrel; magazine capacity 10 cartridges; 
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