Rod and gun . un- another view of til the flowered carpet grew deeper inhue. From out a cool burrow twobeady brown eyes scanned the cover withcare and patience But nothing disturb-ed the green tossing prospect, sweet peace was the pass-word that breathedfrom the shadows, and the flags noddedthe answer to flip flapping leaves. Thehell notes of a thrush pealed like chimesthrough thestillness, andagain was thegarden as quietas death. Then brokeon the air thesharp spit of arifle, and acloud of palesmoke driftedu p from thebushes. Soft oftread, keen ofeye, well versedin wood craftwas the ladthat st
Rod and gun . un- another view of til the flowered carpet grew deeper inhue. From out a cool burrow twobeady brown eyes scanned the cover withcare and patience But nothing disturb-ed the green tossing prospect, sweet peace was the pass-word that breathedfrom the shadows, and the flags noddedthe answer to flip flapping leaves. Thehell notes of a thrush pealed like chimesthrough thestillness, andagain was thegarden as quietas death. Then brokeon the air thesharp spit of arifle, and acloud of palesmoke driftedu p from thebushes. Soft oftread, keen ofeye, well versedin wood craftwas the ladthat steppedfrom the shadeof the a frownwrinkled darkon the boysbrown foreheadand a strangeuncouth wordpassed throughhis t e e t h ashe searched WEBSTERS FALLS. ^^^ ^^ ^- row for tracesof gore. Ask the rollicking, tattle talemid-summer breeze what it whisperedas it passed by a burrow that lay in thegarden, and ask why it laughs as it skipsinto the evening and tells the glad storyto the wild things Mr. H. B. Becker, formerly ofWoodstock, Ont. who removed sometime ago to Lesser Slave Lake, haswritten of his experiences in that newcountry. He describes last winter as thefinest he ever saw. All kinds ofvegetables and grains grow there. Theywere selling butter for fiftv cents per eggs for one dollar per dozen, game was scarce though birds were plentifuland fur bearers were seen in had not been successful in findingtrout streams though pike were breaking he found amusing thoughhis boys take to it better than he good fortune he expects to threshthree thousand bushels of grain inthe fall. Sal mon and Pigeons BY CINNA. As one who, like Mr, Young, whowrites in your June issue of Salmon andPigeons, begins to feel like an old timer,would you allow ma to say a few wordson these most interesting matters. Of Salmon I know nothing exceptwhat I have heard from my late fatherwho was born and lived for forty years onthe banks of the St. Law
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