Outing . ONE MANS SIZE DAY By C. L. OILMAN \17HEN youve bent beneath the packsack And mushed glumly through the mudWith the wet, warped, shrunken leather Gouging at your heel for blood ;Plodded grimly through the gumbo Till your feet were balls of clayWhile your fifty pounds of duffle Trebled weight along the way;Staggered, panting, oer the portage, Fell, and cussed the whole air blue;Reached, at last, the longed-for landing, Stowed your pack, launched your canoeJust to have a cold rain catch you; Paddled hard gainst wind and streamWhile the pure, cold, sparkling raindrops Hit your hide and hi
Outing . ONE MANS SIZE DAY By C. L. OILMAN \17HEN youve bent beneath the packsack And mushed glumly through the mudWith the wet, warped, shrunken leather Gouging at your heel for blood ;Plodded grimly through the gumbo Till your feet were balls of clayWhile your fifty pounds of duffle Trebled weight along the way;Staggered, panting, oer the portage, Fell, and cussed the whole air blue;Reached, at last, the longed-for landing, Stowed your pack, launched your canoeJust to have a cold rain catch you; Paddled hard gainst wind and streamWhile the pure, cold, sparkling raindrops Hit your hide and hissed to steam ;Say, theres heaps of satisfaction, Tea and flapjacks stowed awayAnd your old pipe filled and fuming, Checking off One Mans Size Day. THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH By CHARLES T. JACKSON Illustrated with Photographs TAKING LONG CHANCES. CHAPTER VIThrough the Deep Siuamp E paddled on fromthis bit of Arcadywith regret. Alcide,Toinnette, and Rob-ert came down fromthe plantation-houseto bid us adieu—and bring us an enor-mous bullfrog which the boys had cap-tured, i We had told them of our desireto eat one of the fried and famous bull-frogs of the bayou region. He was awhopper—big as a chicken, and whenwe cooked him just as one would abroiler he was great and enough for afamily. I took a farewell sail with the bigred lantern which we had brought alongwith the Bantayan and never used, as wedared not risk it with all our fancy cam-era stuff on board. But this morning Iwas skimming up Bayou Black whileHen perched on a stump to snapshot thepirogue as she flew by. It was a squallyday, and just as I came past the planta-tion house, leaning the ticklish craft overso that Hen would have a picture withsome action as he demanded, a puff ofwind hit me off the bank. Over we went,green pirogue, red sail—all upside down,amid shri
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