Omaha daily bee., 1915-05-28
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at home on that particular afternoon,
and now here she was saying that she
wasn't.
OF course there was nothing that he
could do but turn and CO. And, OF course,
he did these things.
When he was in the open air he drew =
long breath.
"I'n get out Of this damned city" he
said land II she happens to want me
for anything she'll find that I'm the one
that's not at home"
Like many other rich men. Barclay
owned a hunting preserve I'm the Adior-
dacks and seldom went near It, But the
five granite mountains surrounded by
dense forests thiokly sprinkled with lakes
was one Of Tommys favorite stamping
grounds, 1t wasn't so much that he en-
joyed killing animals or seeing how many
fish he could catch as that once In
while he liked to be alone. and to keep
alive and comfortable by his own exer-
lions.
the preserve was real wilderness. One
dirt road led from the railroad station at
four corners to the main camp at the
head OF the biggest lake, but otherwise
at the head OF the biggest lake. but other
row trails. And you had to make your
way from one LANDMARK TO another an
best you could. And either you had TO
/ take plenty OF condensed food in tins or
trust to your skill with rod and rifle TO
keep you from going hungry.
Tommy would leave the train at Four
Corners. hire team, and get himself put
down somewhere along the road leading
4 r., fha IFa or
direction almost at random, walk until
He was tired, build low lean-to shelter.
have supper or not, according to luck,
make a workmanlike fire TO keep his feet
warm curl up in his blanket and pass a
luxurious night. Waking at daylight
bruised. sore, cold and for some reason
known only to those who love the woods.
perfectly happy and contented.
| His kit on these trips consisted of a
blanket. a frying pan, kettle. change
Of underclothes. a very light twenty-five
caliber rifle. a four-ounce fly rod, a COM
pass. a pipe. tobacco and few other
odds and ends. such as matches and salt
and a pair Of field glasses. and an OK
ford book of verse
One night a few days after Mary Black
stone had treated him 30 cavalierly,
Tommy caInped on high ground by the
headwaters Of a brook.
Just back OF his shelter OF balsam
boughs a Knob OF granite stood up clear
above the surrounding forest. Tommy
always called IL the hub. because IL was
almost the exact center Of the great ring,
traced roughly by the five mountains
and afforded glorious views OF them and
Of the low country. lakes, forest and
swamp that interviewed. II was Tommy's
/ fayorite camping ground. He would sit
for hours on top of the hub. his legs
hanging over into space gazing and
dreaming.
4 On the particular night IN question he
climbed the hub after a fine supper OF
trout and ruffled grouse. filled a pipe
and watched the day fade and the stars
come out What he enjoyed most was
the sense OF solitude; civilization, ~
course. was within reasonable reach in
any direction. but Tommy did not feel
as II It was He felt as II there wasn't
another human being within hundreds
Of miles. There were men at the main
camp. only fifteen miles away. but he
protested that there weren't, and thar
lie was IN the heart OF a vast unexplored