. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. November 25, 1899] <fftr#.$csebeir mtfc gtymtsmmu 361. CARTRIDGE AND SHELL. The Chico Stock Farm near Chico hunters. is posted sgains The Old Home Haunts. Test Case Decided by the Supreme Court. Tbere'B a sound that rings in my ear today, That echoes in vagne refrain, The ripple of water o'er Bmooth-washed clay, Where ihe wallesedpike and ihe black basB play That makes me yearn, in a quiet way, For my old rod again. Back to the old home haunts again Bark where the cleai lake lieB; Back through the woodB Where ihe blackbird broodB, Back to the rod and Hits. I
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. November 25, 1899] <fftr#.$csebeir mtfc gtymtsmmu 361. CARTRIDGE AND SHELL. The Chico Stock Farm near Chico hunters. is posted sgains The Old Home Haunts. Test Case Decided by the Supreme Court. Tbere'B a sound that rings in my ear today, That echoes in vagne refrain, The ripple of water o'er Bmooth-washed clay, Where ihe wallesedpike and ihe black basB play That makes me yearn, in a quiet way, For my old rod again. Back to the old home haunts again Bark where the cleai lake lieB; Back through the woodB Where ihe blackbird broodB, Back to the rod and Hits. I'm longing to paddle the boat to-day Through water-logged grass and reeds; Where the muskrat Bwims, and ihe cattails sway; Where the air is cool, and the mist is gray; Where ripples dance in the same old way, Under the tangied weeds. Back on the old oak log again, Back by the crystal brook: Buck to the bah. And. the t-ilent wait, Back to my line and hook. I wish I could wade by the water's edge, Where the fat leu leaves drift by; JuBt to see, in the shadow of the ledge, How dark forms glide, like a woodman's wedge. Through driftwood piles and the coarse marsn sedge, And to hear the bittern cry. Back where the tadpoles shift and sink, Back where the bullfrogs sob; Back just to float In the leaky boat, Back to my dripping bob, Oh, it's just like this on each misty day, It's always the same old paio That ttruggies and pulls iu the same old way To carry me off for a little stay By the waters edge, in Micky clay, To fish in the falling rain. Back to my long black rubber boots, Back to my old patched coat; BacK to mv rod And the breath of God- Home—and my leaky boat. —F. Culburn Clarke in The Other Side. The habits of the shark form the subject of an interesting article in "Pearson's Magazine," After mentioning that the shark is undoubtedly a "dog with a bad name," the writer say;: The shark is the common Bcaveogerand general under- taker of the ocean. Be is u
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