The farmer and mechanic., 1913-10-28


morning. And more than ALI new |
aiertness has come over the old set |
ter lie seems to know that the time |
mas come when 1t is really proper to |
go ter the birds. Can it be that his |
SuperSensltlve nOstrils have snifed it
IN the nlpping airs that comes in from
lhe dlstant open, where the prairie
grass waves the golden stubble. the
necked plum thicket and bedraggled
Wild grape vine, on whose tendrils
hang punches of tiny blue gobules.
amloSt fadlng streamers Of emerald.
and where the old hen quail and her
fully grown chicks love to disport
themselves these frosty mornings and
evenings!
notwithstanding the glorious
weather that is usually vouchsafed US
curing the month, and nsotwithstand-
ing the ALMOST countless opportunities
| 1T affords As for sport on the marsh
| and IN the field, if you really come
right down to the essence of the thing.
! November days are the ones for real,
genuine, vigorous, health giving ex-
! erciSe In the open, especially so in the
| favored State of Nebraska And COM
pairing October with November, while
the former is soft and caressing it is
IN the queer, mystic, nOndescript days
of November, lingering, wavering,
|
| tween summer and winter, that we
get our typical wild fowl shooting and
our most creditabe and exciting
chick hunting. 1t is the month Of
variable temper, Of depressing and
stimulating winds, now sultry, now
chilly, gloomy and cheerful. noisy and
still as the meteorological gods WILL
now bright, now gray, shifting in
twenty-fOur hours through all the
q M
Tramping in November.
All game Of the fall time is ma
ture and worthy Of the quest in No
vember's protean days. It is surpris-
ing how far and how sturdily one can
tramp on a trenchant November day.
A bunch of chickens may rise here and
!, chop their way through the cool haze
!, for miles, until. in fact, they appear
but fly specks in the sere distance, and
yet the hunter resolutely forges ahead
and follows them up. No running
back to the wagon for conveyance
.. across the intervening distance, as In
late September and early October
= when the young and undeveloped
!, birds do not fly quarter as far. And
in the ducking blind. you lie in fal
more contentment, when the birds are
. not flying, huddled and cuddled il
: the hay, behind brush or weeds. lis
tening to the plant OF the winds over
\ the drear marsh, than you do wheI
the enervating rays Of the late sum
. mer sun are pouring down upon you
q The fact is the duck shooting is al
a ways the best, and the birds bette
!, in this, the first of our winter months
s And then again it is the prime tim
a for the real student Of nature as wei
: as the hunter When they return il
y the dark hours Of the late evening the
ir are generally laden with many NOR
prizes than those they carry m bag o
- canvas pocket.
!. 1t is not, however. of some vague
20 abstract November day I would write
20 now as the delights depicted will 500
-, be upon us, but OF these alone, pur
40 and simple November days, the yer
20 November that will be upon US s
~ shortly.
80 From the top Of the hill we ca
"A sweep the horizon and see its glorle
a. spread all about us. We are brougf
IN to pause at once, for there are no ade
"a ouate words at hand. The poor &C
;r 1ectiyes of our acquaintance al
ar threadbare from being banded bacl
I'd and forth, preaching their mercena1
recommendations Of every cheap Occs
90 sion. They have no eloQuence K
- such matter as this. We never
=. coveted the poets gift. The atmo
phere is clear, mellow, fruity, with
II sparkling OeaO. COulO you sCahu Aio'
now inviting it to the innermoSt r
-. cesses. to displace every atom Of dus
- laden, offlce-tainted breath, you wou
n feel your lungs expanding by inch
= with such "a mental and physical 1.
flatiOn as would set you seeking son
40 herculean task to test your new tour
,rt strength.
The sun lies yellow on all the hi
en- sides up along the old river road,
k- such warm contrast to the last fe
I'll, cold, colorless days that the hocKll
Id, robins are persuaded TO p0s'poile 'ne
a southern departure, while here al
ng there an old fox squirrel, that sor
he days since had thought to resign hi
ne self to winter Qaurters, peers Q
he through the tangle Of gray branch
with eyes even brighter than IN
an springtime, his little prognosticauo
he all gone astray. 1t. f.d