Western field . the plow rent the lovely carpetof the prairie and the axe turned the grandold oaks into fire-wood, the deer used to lovethese openings almost as much as the depthsof the forest. Sometimes he lay in the longprairie grass that grew along the swale, oron the point of some table that jutted intothe valley of some stream, or in the denserbrush of the little ravines that lay betweenthe points. And amid the snows of winterhe remained here, lying like a round blackspot on some sunny point with only head andears above the level of the snow, or standingon some southern slope till late in
Western field . the plow rent the lovely carpetof the prairie and the axe turned the grandold oaks into fire-wood, the deer used to lovethese openings almost as much as the depthsof the forest. Sometimes he lay in the longprairie grass that grew along the swale, oron the point of some table that jutted intothe valley of some stream, or in the denserbrush of the little ravines that lay betweenthe points. And amid the snows of winterhe remained here, lying like a round blackspot on some sunny point with only head andears above the level of the snow, or standingon some southern slope till late in the morn-ing to warm his sides. And on the tree abovehim the grouse sat quiet in the noonday sunwhile the squirrel went to sleep on the bigbough below, the cross-bill plied his scissorson the acorns that still clung to the trees,and the carmine of the cardinal grosbeakshone from the leafless crab-apple in the valeand the jay tuned his jingling pipe as gaylyas in the big woods that rose in a cloud ofgrey Copyrighted bvUnderwood & Underwood THEODORE ROOSEVELT SPORTSMAN jyO sluggish blood is in thy veins Thy heart is young, thy step is free,Thy joy ts in the boundless plains,e^nd stretch of mountain scenery. Thou knowest that intense delight IVhen antlered stag bounds oer the glance along the steady sterht, The aim, the pause, the rijles crack. When worn with great affairs of statey Long-closeted and weary-eyed,Though petty politicians prae, Go thou unto the mountain side. Sleep ^neath the Heaven^s encircling dome,Tis thus the sportsman loves thee best; There where the hunter makes his art always a welcome guest. Thoniis Maitlanti Marsltcill. GODS EDIFICE. GOD is the Architect of Natures edifice,Its spires are tipped with flaming stars, its verbrant bellEchoes the spheres, each niche the cavernous dawn, saffron and vert, its stained oriel. —Thomas Maitland Marshall.
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