The Bowdoin quill . Forthe squirrels met in solemn legislativeassembly and* with much chattering*declared war against me as a rapaciousinvader and began hostilities by droppingon my head whatever they could layhands on* A muskrat from his hole onthe bank kept peeping out and poppingback as if to say* Isnt that horrid fel-low gone yet ?n Finally I tried a shotat him with some of the ammunition ofmy friends the squirrels* but made aterrific miss* On this the muskrat evi-dently made up his mind that such apoor marksman was not to be feared andboldly came out of his hole and went hisway* THE BOWDO
The Bowdoin quill . Forthe squirrels met in solemn legislativeassembly and* with much chattering*declared war against me as a rapaciousinvader and began hostilities by droppingon my head whatever they could layhands on* A muskrat from his hole onthe bank kept peeping out and poppingback as if to say* Isnt that horrid fel-low gone yet ?n Finally I tried a shotat him with some of the ammunition ofmy friends the squirrels* but made aterrific miss* On this the muskrat evi-dently made up his mind that such apoor marksman was not to be feared andboldly came out of his hole and went hisway* THE BOWDOIN QUILL 25 J When the storm ceased, I passed upbetween the islands into the little rapidabove* The hard work of meeting thecurrent here so warmed me up that Iwent home at racing speed and landedtired and hungry, but feeling well paidfor my afternoon, especially as I watchedthe sky dotted with gray and whiteclouds, which glittered like purple andsilver in the rays of the setting sun* — Everett Birney Stackpole, 00. 1 Cbe Pines at nigbt N the shadow, I was standing,Of our grand old pines at night,When the stars were twinkling shyly,When the moon was clear and bright. There I heard the breezes sighingMid the branches dark and grim, When the pine-spills sang together,Soft and low, their evening hymn* And I tried to catch the meaningOf that matchless evening lay; But an unseen river gliding,Ever bore the notes away. Then there came a perfect stillness; Seldom was a calm so deep,For the breezes were all resting, And the pine-trees were asleep* —<B, 9i. C, 00
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