Evening star., 1921-09-25

the boy said. First thing tomorrow
morning. we'll jump in the Fierce
and go after some trout" we replied,
Amen! Let's dig some worms"
And go we did, the next day, and
every few days thereafter. and
And we flushed grouse and saw
mink. muskrat beaver, raccoon,
woodchuck and a red fox, and wild
mother ducks, with their fedgiings
swimming by them; and we started
| through the underbrush. And late
one afternoon an old porcupine dis
puted the road with the Fierce. and
we were about to run him down,
when the boy stayed our hand. And
we were proud of the youngster for
his kindness to the wild things-till
! we found out that what he feared was
tires.
And the sparrow called on the
neighbors. went shopping. attended
! church every Sunday with the bet
ter hal), and behaved like a perfect
lady. And everybody wanted to
carry two license plates-a I'D. c.
and a Md" And we had to explain,
with shame, that our neighbor,
! Maryland. thought so poorly of us
| she would not recognize us on the
! street, requiring a Maryland drivers s
| license, Maryland tags, Maryland title
| registration, and numerous other lit
! tie things, ere poor Washingtonlan
! might legally cross her sacred soil.
The shortest days on the calendar
| are, included within the bounds of
/ happy vacation. All too soon the
sands had run, and the time had come
| to return to work. And, my! that
! 600 miles in prospect did look long.
| with vacant home and an Office
| desk at the far end of it. But we
| were thankful we had a home and
| work to return to, particularly after
seeing so many on the road VINO mad
neither And, at dawn. with a jaunty
| farewell (Which we did not feeD, the
| good little Sparrow's beak was
| turned southwark. and over the hill
we went, ahead of the sun, leaving
our dear ones behind.
No Whisky Runners.
| This time we took the short cut. 1t
was downhill most of the way. and
not single "boomin' whisky run
ner' nor anything else on wheels,
did we meet the entire distance.
On the trip up. descending into
! Keene Valley 1--WE believe it wasA,
there was a two:and-a half. mile
grade. quite steep, with signs at the
| top warning. motorists of the dan
gerous descent. Returning, we must
make the climb, and it began to prey
| upon your mind. Could the Sparrow
do it? Perhaps, in low, crawling up
| gradually. stopping from time to time
to cool her fevered brow. Already
she had paused on hill and had to
be kicked over the top, and was lag
ging now as though not feeling SO
! well this morning.
[ Descending a long. easy grade, we
stopped at a house where there was
water, filled the radiator and put in
| fresh oil preparatory for the bug
| bear hill. Then we asked the man
there how far it was to the feared
spot. He replied. You passed it some
miles back. You have crossed the
! divide. and from here to Lake
George is all down grade" 1--WE
apologized to the Sparrow.
| A little further on we came upon
gray-haired man, shuff1ing along,
who hailed for a ride, and was taken
| in. He was shoe-cutter from
Springfield, who had given up his
old job for a better one" in Mon
treal Now he was footing it back.
Said he~had been making about
twenty miles a day. and that his feet
had not yet blistered; that he had
separated from a pair of tramps too
tough for him; that they had gone
| on ahead and no doubt we would
| soon oyertake them and be held I'D