The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-26
"Hoot Mon

Ever Campf It is delightful experience when
you have somebody to wait you, call you to meals,
row you to the best fishing grounds and bait your
hook. Living close to nature with the barriers Of
civilization handy to interpose at any time is fine
We at the Doctors camp for two days and saw
the simple life in its primitive purity only once when
the water pail sprung leak and the Doctor Is wife
mended it by drawing soft piece of cloth thru the
hole. Wash It it James the II of England who escaped
from his country fishing boat and when the fug-
tive king complained that the fryngpan wouldn't
hold eggs, didn't the skipper mend it with naughty
air and bit Of tarry ropef If kings can come to
such straits why should not few Of nine spots
take chance on protected tin not strong enough
to support the tariff9
The first thing to do when you arrive at camp
is to throw yourself fat ground and then get
right up again to inspect the hard place where small
boulder turks under the grass. After that you get
quilt and lay it along the sod and keep sharp lookout
in this world They take day off, and they simply
spoil life in camp. Ants the transmigrated
souls of individuals who, when they happened to DO
human, had natural affinity other peoples bust
ness. Or else made specially of investigating tho
government.
Next to ants the most interesting studies in camp
mosquitoes Mosquitoes the rencarnation Of
former members Of the Spanish inqusition. They are
persons who will not believe any evidence Screens
they look upon with suspicion and never think of
steering off until they have tested every puncture
in the entire surface Meanwhile they carry on
monoog which is extremely distractng to the per-
son intent on sleep If a mosquito would come for
ward in manly way and lay hold of the piece of you
he fancies he would be much more popular. Instead
he goes, like the woman shopping, from to eye
brow and back to elbow, all the while hummne a
tune-that devilish Marseilaise When he has sung
sixteen whose monotonous reiteration has Of
itself made you sleepy he suddenly lets go the song
and begins operations with the pick.
One Of the joys, indeed the joy of CAMPING is the
accumulation Of an abnormal appetite It is wonder
full how proud and chesty jaded city man grows
over the fact that he actually can eat if eating
was man free from elaton of this sort except the
man who had to cook his meals and that leads
to the consideration Of the other and final Joy of life
contiguous TO nature:
The camps laid out perfection,
The pans are strewa hbout;
The wardrobe fits fiSt tree to tree
And nature smiles simply
Is nature the square?
What awful feeling Is this
Which assaults evsgywheref
The camp disease 10
BY unanimous consent.
With shrieks and din for dinner
The smile Of natures rent (
TO cook the me meal is surely mothers turn
And brothers coffee's bad
And sisters bak1ngs sad.
For mothers cooking eagerly we yearn."
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Within hour order is restored. The symptoms
yield to treatment. The patients pulse is reduced,
his temper returns to almost normal 1t is possible
now to make suggestion Of action without being
pushed Indignantly into the lake. The fishing boats
are trimmed the tackle ordered, the bait procured.
We push off to the reef where the acrobatic bass
last lungng at fly. He must have gotten it
for the reef is deserted Of bass One sunfsh and a.
couple Of young perch alone patrol this immense
body Of water. Enthusiasm oozes, certainty gives
way to hope. Hope is tainted with doubt. Doubt
and despair tug at the oars, but fish at the lines
Life is rayless But what is thisa That mysterious
feeling is coming again. Quick for the campt
Row for your lifel Never mind the trolling line.
skidoo that pike the lea, it is dogfsh. We leap
the tentward growing the refrain Of the
It's surely mothers turn to do the trcks
On fathers cooking again we kick.
Sister learned to cook
g. fourteen-volume book,
But mother does it right does Il quick.
camp without mother would be like the famoue
play of Hamlet without the prince, the Standard
Oil company without the Outstanding influence q.
John D. Rockefeller. It simply wouldn't do at all.