I never think of these lines without a sense of realization that my own parents made the same mistake in selecting vocations for the male portion of our family. There were three brothers of us. My brother William was selected as the lawyer, when his vocation should have been a saloonkeeper, or whisky dealer, for the money that he could have saved between wholesale and retail price on his drinks would have made him rich at fifty.
Grown-up children enjoy fewer privileges than they did when they were little; but, being possessed of superior inventive powers, they are more able at pretense. As saith Poor Richard: "Old boys have their playthings as well as young ones; the only difference is in the price.”
In the spring of 1903 a large timber belt in the northeastern part of Washington, on the upper Kalama river, was thrown open and as the season advanced every man and many women, who could leave business and household affairs in the town of Kalama, "fied to the mountains” in search of claims.
Taking passage from Los Angeles, on the steamship Santa Rosa, July 8th, we arrived in San Francisco on the afternoon of July 9th, whence, joined by the remainder of our party, we sailed on July 10th on the steamship Umatilla for Victoria, British Columbia, where we arrived after a delightful voyage on the 14th.
A tom-tit lived on a tip-top tree, And a dear little, fear little fellow was he. He cared not for rain, and he cared not for snow, And he cared not at all how the breezes might blow. No, he cared not one bit. This fearless tom-tit, With his "Chick-a-dee, deary me, chick-a-deedee!”
"How pretty the clouds are,” said the child. They were in their favorite nook under the old apple tree, which drooped its branches, umbrella-like, around them. All day long the beautiful white pyramidal clouds—sure harbingers of a fine day—had been gathering around the western horizon, piling higher and higher in beautiful masses.
Billy was talking. “I tell you, boys, I believe boofing it is the only true system. It won’t be hard and it cuts down the number of, animals to be looked after on the trail.” As this was before a roaring fire in the club grate and one is apt to enthuse about anything in the fishing line about that time in the spring, we all agreed.
June, the fly month, is here again, and it’s only a year since the last trip up the Satsop. But the memories of that trip are green, and “Up the river!” is the watchword of the “four couples.” So, after a few preliminary letters, etc., the date is fixed for the 25th, and we meet at Montesano, and are off to the old camp ground.
The sense of smell in animals is very highly developed and is invaluable to them in detecting hidden dangers. Birds depend altogether upon sight and hearing. Should an animal see a person standing immovable, it is likely (provided it has not been pursued too often) that it will work around the immediate neighborhood, in order to catch the scent.
Lake and mountain, river fair, Indian legend clustering there, Joys of camping, fishing line; Come and deftly drop your line. Trout-brooks clear and mosses sweet, wild flowers glorious at your feet, Skies and stars surpassing fair—all are seen in beauty there!
It's gittin' erlong towards the springtime I'm thankin’ my Lord that it's so— For I’m sick of the beat Of the storm an’ the sleet An' the mad wind’s bluster an’ blow' I long to be out where the medders Apparelled in shadow an’ shine. Yield a pungent perfume From a bosom of bloom An' the breath of the mornin’ is wine!
To us, who are so familiar with the scenes of to-day along the banks of our river, its past history seems strange. It is hard to realize that years ago these banks instead of being dotted with cities and towns, showed only an occasional Indian village.
A well known lens manufacturer wrote the following to a friend of mine: “The U. S. System of marking lenses is recognized to-day as to be almost worthless and am surprised that the modern amateur would recognize and want such a faulty method.
Possibly nowhere in the Mississippi valley has tpiail been more plentiful during the past season and where conditions were more favorable for the sport in shooting them than those found in Missouri. The condition of the season was a favorable adjunct to an increased number of very large bevies over those of an ordinary year.
The Ladies’ Kennel Association of America announce the date of their spring show as May 26th and 27th, at the Mineola fair grounds on Long Island. The entry for last year was a big one, and we fully expect to see that entry considerably exceeded this year.
Editor Outdoor Life—I have read the many letters in your excellent magazine on the relative merits of the small and large caliber rifles with a great deal of interest, and would like to record a few of my observations, with the hope that something may be found to assist in settling the much-discussed question.