Outing . f his tail your captivewill start for his home. If you are not satisfied with the sportyou have had, you can hook your thumbin the tarpons mouth, drag him overthe side of the canoe and you will getall you want. But it is better to besatisfied with what you have done—un-less you care for a bath. You have hadyour sport for the day, your cruising boat may be miles away, but you arenever too tired to stand in the bow ofthe canoe while your boatman paddlesyou home. You continue to study thewater, perhaps throwing your harpoonoccasionally at channel bass or smallerfish for practice and the
Outing . f his tail your captivewill start for his home. If you are not satisfied with the sportyou have had, you can hook your thumbin the tarpons mouth, drag him overthe side of the canoe and you will getall you want. But it is better to besatisfied with what you have done—un-less you care for a bath. You have hadyour sport for the day, your cruising boat may be miles away, but you arenever too tired to stand in the bow ofthe canoe while your boatman paddlesyou home. You continue to study thewater, perhaps throwing your harpoonoccasionally at channel bass or smallerfish for practice and the pan. Youcount the days work as done, yet itsdollars to doughnuts that if you catchthe gleam of a tarpons scale you willbegin the day over again. Hunting tarpon with a harpoon isseveral games rolled into one, and is theonly sport I have known that neverpalled upon me for a moment. When Icease to enjoy it, it will be because itcould no longer be said of me: His eye was not dim nor his naturalforce THE FLICKER THE law classes my friend theflicker as an insectivorous bird,but I prefer to call him a song-bird, and one of the dearest of songbirds,with a laugh as full of good cheer asone could wish. How Audubon lovedhim! I remember to have been takenseverely to task by a critic for havingspoken of the music of the woodpecker. The music of the woodpecker!Preposterous! Well, the flicker is a woodpecker and,whether calling or drumming, he ismusical, my critic to the contrary not-withstanding. There is such a thing,too, as singing to the eye, and this theflicker does to perfection. His goldenwings, his mottled breast, his beautifulneck-band of red, his leisurely springing flight, are a part of the inner music ofNature; melodies of no tone that lightenthe soul. The flicker is the very embodiment ofthe health, the grace, the eternal youthof out-of-doors. Quick, quick, quick,quick/ is his hearty call across the up! Cheer up! he says to thedowncast, to the despondent wh
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