Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-09-24

in the woods q day or two your appetite yin
I'll YOU when a. Is dinner time. and after that
meal come the hsmmocks and the books. and
who eoaldnt rest under sa-h circumstances
aud care not tg for the hig busy world 80 Tar
away With its hustle and hustle. its presidential
campaign, prize fights and cholera scares.
IN rHE FvENING,
III your camp is proncrly located Won can
swing your hRmmocks under grand old mon
a-chs q ;he forest and on the very edge OF the
Clear. cool pond. whose surface closely pru-
tected from the winds nv it, boundaries q
forest vii scarcely show more than \ ripple n
I've placid bosom for DAVIS AZ time. Evening
comes esrly. a. the mountains form wall for
the sun TO hide behind As r goes down in the
west and the camp IRE glows in genial warns-
Win its hinge logs piled high. No matter IL Ia
the CITY yoa are wont % hant the cool spots for
evening rcpo~e YOU will in the Adirondack.
AZ any time IN summer. erjoy the warmth q
ire camp IRE. and IL l. the open sesame 20
anecdote aai adventure
DEER HUNTING ny JACK rlaHrs.
~ u Is during the open season and the
weather conditions are favorable and Won are
az indomitable sportsman YOU n he OF at even
ing - some neighhcsiug pond with one OF the
6 aides tor deer hunting b. jack lights" ~
a.! III" sports of field pen none is more cHcit-
ing than hunting deer at night lou leave
In the bottom o. the boat has been spreai an
armiul or two % pine boughs aud blanket, -
as 20 prevent the slightest noise n foot ga,
hit the side OF the boat. The lack light"
which Is a half-roand tin affair with glass front
and carving two candles TO give the light IL
fixed in the bow of the boat three feet high
Just back Of this and under u sits the hunter.
facing the front. while the guide sits at the eH-
treme other end of the boat and pad lies.
and how these guides do paddle. Not
splnd, not even commoson in tho
water is heard. and We; the b AZ glies
steadily through the placid lake with the
Jack Ugh" turned a tribe. 20 that its gho=tly
raw may be thrown upon the shore. The
grca; dead and whi'ened trees. which have lain
for a generation half buried in the water look
like specters Of the night reaching out with
bonv tendrils. The bushes even which skirt
the edge seem 10 be Incorporating ghosts
under the uncertain ravs OF the light. All
nature seems 20 be at rest-ihere IL the still
ness OF the grave everywhere There l. but one
thing of life and that the frail craft under YOU.
which pushes along steadily and stealthily,
every now and then through bunch Of lily
pods. which crate along the side of the boat
III glad oi "a chance 10 make n noise and break
the great combination OF stiffness. You listen
as you never listened before: YOU look until IL
seems IL YOUR ewes would Jump from their
sockets; Won finger noiseleSsly but nervou-ly
the hammer OF your rife 10 that
Il l. il readiness. The great white vapors
.dances merrily IN from the waters in
front of you and steal away in spectral pillows
across the surface Of the pond. Your nerves
are al fhcir highest tension. Listen. was that
dr. brush that cracked in the woods just ahead
Of you2 Yes. for YOU hear il again. the boat
stops. for the guile knows that il a. a deer.
Your heart pounds away hard and rapidly
you fear IT will break through. You wait. and
watt and wait. Ii seems an age. and then the
slosh, slosh, slosk, YOU hear tells YOU
that the buck has come out into the pond
TO enioy an aDpet.zing meal the young
and tender lily pods. Nou realize that
Yod are about to shoot at perhaps your
first deer. l. this buck fever which has
grasp on you2 You have heard Of it. but knew
YOU would never have it, Slowly the guide IL
pushing the boat toward the charmed spot
yol almost wish he wouldn't He stops-then
pu hes ahead again-not a noise now. not q
sound of anv sort. your chances will be lost
Never mind the liyht-the deer will not pav
the lea-; attention 20 that Feel il YOUR rife ls
all right. There, what is that light spot
just ahead OF YOU ju,t AZ the edge but in the
water. You know by instinct. If not by expe-
rlence. that II Is the back. He raises
has head and looks. while his two ewes. so like
balls OF hre. startle YOU. The guide Whispers
''Shool' You raj e your rifle slowly and
cautiously and catch the sights. All trcmor has
gone now. lour heart has stopped. Won draw
down iine and fire. Then everything springs
10 lie. The very echoes of the night crowd
INFO existence. 0,cr the lake and back again,
and up agains: the mountain sides and across
the range yerbcratcs and reyerhcrntes the
echoing sound Of your rifle. Ahead Of Won the
waite Is being dashed into a foam-all is action.
The boat crceps up closer voa wonder il YOU We
lost him. You hear the bushes crack and snap
a. the buck reaches shore and crashes into
them. Your heart sinks. but no. the noise has
stopped. All il still again. Your guide pushes
the nose of the boat up into the bushes. You
must have hit that fellow square in the heart"
is all you hear him say. r. \. PREsBREI.