Western field . Miladys dog is puzzled, quite,For all in vain he points for her; The startled birds at last take flight. Miladys dog is puzzled, quite. Miladys eyes are clear and bright—She sees, so why each chance defer? Miladys dog is puzzled quite. For all in vain he points for mm. The day is done. Miladys taleFalls sweet to me as purling rhyme. O joyous hill! O happy vale! The day is done. Miladys tale Is all of you—nor gamey trail—And, O, shes had the dearest time. The day is done. Miladys tale Falls sweet to me as purling rnyme. —Stacy E. Baker. A DEER HUNT. By Sophia D. Lane.

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