Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-02-14

alive. fox squirrel bounced up OUT
of the leaves and skurried away; a
chipmunk diyed into his den; a pair
Of blue jays set up their strident
screech; a crow left the dead limb Of
an oak and went foundering along
over the tree-tops squawking the
news that the most dangerous anil
NAL in the world-a man-was loose
in the woods.
With the heavy shotgun he carried
Ia present from the banker-Jack
covered the pheasant as It glanced
away until it blended with the dull
gray of the trees and faded from
sight. He dropped the butt of the
gun to the leaves and stood listening
to the beat of the swift wings, grow
ing fainter, finally ending abruptly,
and he knew the bird had settled
again to the brush.
"'Well, Oh drummer" he chuckled,
speaking half aloud-a habit the
woods teach men-and throwing the
shotgun lightly across his arm, "yu
didn't need t. rush off without s.
much as sayin' good morning. / could
"a stopped y'u if I'd ben a-mind to-
had y'u right on the end of my
trigger finger"
Though Jack Warhope was consid-
cred a man of clumsy tongue, he
could talk well enough to himself, or
to the creatures of the woods. He
even had a curiously sane and Sensi-
Bile philosophy-a sort Of romantic
| idealism-that outcropped at such
times.
| The woods-the true, the constant,
| the steadfast woods-the first In
stinct Of unspoiled men with a heart
ache-the vastness, the all suff1-
cheney, the immense Shekinah Of the
| solitudes. With the gun lying across
his arm he stepped cautiously to
where the pheasant had flushed and
peered about under the brush and
bushes.
AS his straining gaze searched with
extreme minuteness every leaf, or
glimpse of weed or bark or grass
blade, gradually grayish-brown spot,
just where the bush Of fallen limb
1 lay along the side of crumbling
log, began to take shape. He shifted
/ his position for better view-t the
gray-brown spot was gone.
He located it again, and as he
looked, slowly there grew out Of the
1 blending colors of the copse the figure
of a hen pheasant on the nest, SO per-
! fectly harmonizing with the leaves
and brush among which she lowered
that only the very keenest eye could
have spied her out at all. A moment
he gazed, and slipped away as noise
lessly as he had come.
"sLet 'er alone" he muttered when
| at a safe distance. Let 'er think /
couldn't find 'er. She'll think if
couldn't the fox can't, and he's her
i greatest dread right now"
The trees were hardly leaved out
enough yet to conceal man walking
carelessly through them, or fully keep
back the sun from peeping down
through the thick tangle Of twigs and
coaxing forth flower and grass blade
from the quickening mold. The silver
sheath of the hickory buds had al
| ready burst and sprung wide apart,
/ the delicate green of the crinkled,
newborn leaves appearing in sharp
contrast to the purple sheen lining
the rent scales. The oaks had begun
4 to thrust forth the tender tips of
their new foliage, investing the wax
! ing forest with a tint of faint gray
| srJ,
some trace Of the birth blush still
1 chung.
Upon the floor of the woods gpring
had already spread a CARPET of infinite
color and design, new and bright and
4 still unsOiled- here fancy spangIed
pattern Of spring beauties; there a
pattern of solid green where the may
apples opened their umbrellas to the
light, in readiness to shield the
fragile flowers Of white wax that were
soon to hover beneath their shelter
ing folds; and, draped over all, a
shimmering silver haze, the gracious
/ benediction of the skies.
The man stopped before a crab
apple tree, the buds of which were
opened just enough to make one curl
GUS to see more of the beautiful
mystery folded teasingly away within
the protecting scales. Already some
bees, pioneers of their tribe, fused
about the aromatic clusters of peep
ing color, gathering statistics on the
seasons honey crop.
A breeze stirred the trees, as If
/ the woods were taking a deeper
breath. Jack lifted his shoulders and
4 filed his lungs with the nectar-laden
air. Warmed by the exuberance Of
life that rustled and quivered and
thrilled around him there gushed up
within him the Jubilate of man
wooed by the genial day into almost
primal closeness to nature. He
j dropped the butt of the gun to the
leaves, leaned lightly upon it and
stood listening to the dull droning of
the bees.
eTo BE coNTINuED)