Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-03-03

troubles and worries, and come with us down to
kill some brant. 1t is half-past one o'clock, and
I look up from my desk and see my fathers smil-
ing face as he says: Come, Buster, it is time
to start In a moment 1 have put on my coat
and hat, and we are on our way to the Wall street
entrance of the subway, as happy as ever two
schoolboys starting on a holiday were. We meet
you on the platform, and l relieve you of your
bag or gun as we board a Brooklyn train. We
change at Atlantic avenue to the Long Island
train, and soon are at Jamaica, where we change
once more to the local steam train and while
away the next hour in swapping stories. The
train stops at Babylon, and we pile out on the
platform and into the dilapidated hack that
takes us down to the dock. AS it is early in the
season and the days have not yet shortened
enough to make it impossible for us to reach
our destination before dark, the Macy is awaiting
US, anchored just off the dock, and we see our
good George coming off in the little skin to speed
lily set us on board.
AS you board the skif you will not have to ask
George, Are there any birds?" for he will say:
"Brant? Why, there's 5.00O.O 900 of the cusses in
Cedar Island cove. Well have some O. them crit
tiers, and don't you forget it." Captain Andrew
greets us with a CHEEKY Good day, gentlemen"
as we reach his side, and you enter the cabin
to find upon the table a pleasant welcome in the
shape of a generous drink for each of us. My
fathers hearty toast, Glad to see you on board.
sir" makes you feel at home at once.
We promptly lay aside our store clothes and
don our old shooting things, as the men get the
anchor up and hoist the sail, and are soon in
the cockpit enjoying the fresh air. Our progress
is slow and stately, due to the fotilla behind us,
but we have only about four miles to go. Notice
now the third member of our crew, a big, tall,
fairhaired man with a smile that never comes
eff. This is Ansel, a newcomer to the Macy in
comparison with the skipper, for Ansel has been
with US only 20 years. He is a very important
parsonage. for he is the engineer, chef. mate, gen.
eraI utility man and fun-maker fog us all. Hank!
There is his voice now calling US to dinner.
You sit down before a smoking leg of lamb and
dishes of vegetables, with an appetite to which
you have been a stranger for a long time, and
eat and eat of the good things before you until
you are astonished at yourself. Topping of with
some Of the chefs famous pudding, and helping
yourself to a good cigar from the box on the
centerboard trunk, you are content. 1 take the
wheel to let the men go below to eat their dinner,
and by the time they have finished we arrive at
the place where we will test out the battery in the
morning.
At ten o'clock We turn into our berths ready for
an early cali to breakfast. At four o'clock we are
called, and by the time we are dressed the break
fast is piping hot on the table. We hurry through
our meal to let the men eat theirs, and while
they are fixing out the battery and stool. we
take a bit of a nap.
The skipper calls US when he sees the men
have tie stool nearly all out. and you and / put
on our sweaters and a dark coat, take our guns
and shells. and get into the skif, to be rowed to