River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1896-08-27
Home From Pass, Lake.

bass Lake returned Oh TUESDAY dnC
report pleasant week. Some leave:
from the camp Log Book" make
very interesting reading, as will bt
seen from the few extracts following
Aug. 10. In the morning several OF
us went up the lake on fishing trip
On the return we made out white
| flag posted on sandy bar about 8
mile from camp. Pulling up TO tho
shore we found George lying in the
shade under willow, with his gun anC
chubby little pig beside him. On the
bank above sat strange gentleman
who also had a gun. George asked
Harry for ninety cents and then went
up and had short talk with the
man, who soon left as if he had sudden
ly got an idea. 1t all seemed very
strange, so George at once explained
He had seen a woodchuck among the
hazel, he said, and shot at it. On APP
preaching the hazel he failed to still
up the woodchuck. There was q
young pig near by, however, warm and
new-killed, so he picked IL up ano
started for camp. On the way he
met the strange gentleman with the
gun, who said he recognized the pig
and then asked George for $3.50
George had only dollar and sixty
cents in his-pocket, so he asked the
man if it wouldn't do--the pig was SC
small and pork so low. But the man
sat down on the bank and said Inc
could wait, and that George would
have to wait also. So George put vi
the 'kerchief and sang a few verses
of mrades" till we came along.
This noon we had delicious dinner.
Aug. 81. The camp color is green
and it seems SO appropriate: the gras:
is green, the trees are green and
sometimes the puddle-as Charlie calls
the lake-looks green. The camp:
name, Scrap, is painted in green over
the cabin door, This noon the boys
brought home a beautiful green dog
On washing in hot water, as an in.
itiatory ceremony, he turned out To
be yellow pug, the pet Of the dainty
little lady at tine hotel.
The chaperone says the boys are
horrid, and if they don't quit, some.
thing funny will happen. Last night
the bees they brought into the tent
stung Will past all recognition. The
chaperone is lovely, so considerate and
so clever to manage, and it's really
such hard task with an odd girl in
camp.
Aug. %. This evening the Swede
that owns the barn and pasture came
down to the tent looking rather ex-
cited. AS near as / can write it, he
said something like this.
Halo! we're is dat faller nit de
black mare?"
"Who?" said Charlie "you mean
Currier? He's out driving, gone on a
hunt for butter"
well, sac hare, Aye laik you fallers
to please understand dat you amt tc
TAX dem horses fom dat barn tell de
charges on saim is paid, you bat''
"You mean we've got to PUNK
down ten cents per horse every even,
ing, do you?" said Charlie, striking an
attitude as if he were about to walk
over center rush.
well, no" said the Swede, softening
little, 'but bay yimminy christmas
Aye want mae money! Some fallers
fom San Pol kom down hare and
staid tree weeks and amt paid me dem
cent"
Money" said Charlie, picking up a
metal box of hair pins and rafting
it in the air, money! my good
man, what do you want-gold or silver
sound money or free coinage-sixteen
to onew And the man was so agree
ably impressed with our financial con
dition that he went straight to the
stable and curried all the horses and
washed three buggies.
p. 5. twelve o'clock. To night
Harry and drove nearly to Saltwater
looking for butter. The roads were
steep and sandy so we had to make
the horse go slowly. BY and by we
came to tidy looking farm house
near the roadside and asked for butter
A woman, not well in keeping with
the house, brought us out a pound
which Harry paid for, without COM
ment, and loaded into the buggy,
though he afterwards remarked he
suspected it weighed much more than
a pound. The horse had difficulty in
getting out of the yard and still more
in going along the road. This increased
the farther we went, till at last Harry
recollected that on just such a pinch
as this Jonah was sacrificed, so we
unloaded the butter. After that we
got on famously. Coming TOT church
where the preacher was dismissing his
flock and discovering that preacher to
be none other than Waldron OF
Normal fame, we got from him some
valuable pointers as to which of his
parishioners made good butter.
Aug. 20. A. NJ. II is chilly this
morning: Name and Charlie-with
the chaperone's bonnet on his head
are summing themselves in the bark
by the slab pile, and Blanche is reading
Browning on a log--that is, Blanche is
on the log, not the late Mr.. Browning,
of course. Frank is thawing out by
the cook stove and complaining that
a horse net is hardly comfortable these
nights; it doesn't even keep of
the mosquitoes.
p. NJ. In the rowed-race this noon
Mable came out boat-length ahead.
Aggie coached; but / don't like the
Oberlin stroke. May would have won
with decent kind Of stroke, and /
had my last cent on her.
Everybody has gone up the lake to
fish and spoon flor black bass Of course)
while sit here posting this old log
book This having an odd girl in
camp is horrid. They say we're going
home tomorrow. Well, don't care;
the honey's all gone and there are
only IA waters left. Besides it gets
tiresome waiting for the one tumbler
to come around. But Miss Lusk is