The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1917-07-21

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blood, you who enjoy the whip OF the
rod, the lash of the line and the mer-
~ clink OF the reel-don't you hon
estly sometimes wish you were back
in your coy home, miles away from
the buzZing, see-sawing nerve-wreck-
ing attack OF a swarm OF ten million
black flies, deer flies, mosquitoes, no
soe-ums and the other thousand var
ieties of beasts OF prey OF the North
Woods?
Don't you honestly sometimes wish
up could get up the nerve to reel in
your line, throw your hands over your
head and stumble and stagger thru
the woods 10 the nearest road, the
nearest habitation where relief, II on
ly comparative relief, might be fur
nished?
And yet you stay and submit meek
ly to the assault OF the hordes OF ami
mails
II Is fiy-time in Clover-Land. It's
the time OF year when the fly and the
mosquito and kindred hold undisput-
ed sway OF the North Woods. It's tho
time OF year when the timid deer,
driven nearly frantic by the pests,
seeks relief In the marshes and wal
lows up to his belly in an effort to
find relief. Other woods creatures
the bear, the fox, the wolf-seek cool
protection of the cedar swamps. Wild
life respects the fly and the mosque
to, and IL prepares for him and his
kind.
And then mere man is dumped up
on the scene. He han't the sense OF the
deer, or the bear and the other ami
mails. He hasn't the sense to bur
row down into the roots Of the cedar
tree He hasn't the sense to wallow
around in the marshes and splash
mud about hts person in a wholesome
fashion. He hasn't the sense TO rub
his ears against the side OF a hem
lock tree or crawl into a cool cavern
in the middle Of the swamp for re-
lief.
With the utmost assurance he rigs
up his fishing tackle plunges into
the stream and starts downward. lie
things he is undiscovered, but he Is
mistaken. The advance post OF the
army OF mosquitoes and flies has been
cycling him.
The alarm is spread. From every
nook and Granny, from every ponC
and pool, the hosts respond to The
call TO arms They gather about thS
unfortunate fisherman in dense cloud;
and dart hither and thither, taking
peck at him as they dart They
burrow into his ears, his hair. They
swarm about his nose. They sing II
derision as they make a pass at him
Maybe he thinks he is prepared TO,
the onslaught Maybe he has cover
ed himself with thick coating OF tar
Maybe he has smeared himself gen
erously with Bit--No-More, Lallaca
pop, It-Fixest'Em, No-Moskett, Oil o
Ponnyroyal, Buzz-Bane, or other oint
mont He may get some relief. II
may not
Maybe he has equipped himself witt
a 3s-Colrs revolver and feels secur
that with this weapon he can war
of the attack. But II takes a lon
time and lots OF ammunition to an
initiate ten million beasts Of prey
The, combined munitions factories
this Acountry. England and Monten;
gro would have to work overtime 70
ninety days to supply him with su
ficient cartridges for one day on III
stream. SOME OF the vicious pes
may fall before his unerring aim. Il
may wing deer fly and the creatui
may 20 TO earth with heavy thu
Ho may shoot leg off a sand Il
hut there will be another sand
along In second to take the pla'
OF the cripple SO, it's losing gan
TO try and shoot all the creatur
that hover about him And final
no begins ia. lIze i.
The day YEA on. Towards noe
he feels Il IS Ame TO cat He eat
with every mouthful he takes he co
sumes sixteen mosquitoes and Gig
flies which become marooned In h
butter. And all the time tho ere
lures are burrowing behind his cal