Rod and gun . p towards the small way-side station the air is full of enquiry anddiscussion on the afternoons of the Imperial Yeomanry—resplendent in colour, boots and spurs—speak excitedly oftheir highest possibles,and N. R. A. men make plans for littledinners at the Trocadero, to be paid forby the prize money they have the least happy among the throngare those Volunteers whose names are toappear in next years list of marksmen. While waiting for the return to London,sounds of revelry float across from clubbungalows owned by the more exclusiveregiments, mingling plea
Rod and gun . p towards the small way-side station the air is full of enquiry anddiscussion on the afternoons of the Imperial Yeomanry—resplendent in colour, boots and spurs—speak excitedly oftheir highest possibles,and N. R. A. men make plans for littledinners at the Trocadero, to be paid forby the prize money they have the least happy among the throngare those Volunteers whose names are toappear in next years list of marksmen. While waiting for the return to London,sounds of revelry float across from clubbungalows owned by the more exclusiveregiments, mingling pleasantly with thebuzz of camp life which rises from thetents on Bisley Flats. And when thetrain from Aldershot pulls alongside witha merry detachment of regulars on week-end leave, the spirit of militarycamaraderie grows so strong that thebattling ground of the worlds best shotsis left behind with a resolution to speedilyshare again the delights of a BisleySaturday. A Still Hunt With a Camera. BY F. B. THE RUSH OF WATER BEHIND THE PAPER MILL S the months of October and No-^« vember thrill the sportsman witha desire to hie away to the old campin the hunting grounds, so the summermonths, whenNature has don-ned her glorioubgarb, fill the lover of nature andthose who huntwith the camerawith a longing tostudy the naturalforces and seekout the beaut}spots which canalways be foundwith a little ob-servation. So, one Mayday, just after abig rain, whichstopped the seed-ing operations onthe farm, myself and Chum—tis a good idea to take yourboy or girl along for a companion-—hikedoff towards Dundas, Ont. About twohoursdrive brought us to Crooks Hollow,one of Wentworths remembered land-marks. Here,behind the papermill, we soughtour first beautyspot. Crooks Creek,swollen by therain, came run-ning down overthe falls, theflume feeding themill overflowedand splasheddown at our feet,the spray blowingin our faces whilea picture wastaken. Across thecreek, down close
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