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Identifier: outing48newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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soft air blows through th open door;When th vilets come, an th grass blades sprout,An th sun gits warm, an th buds break out;Lemme tell you this—when th world gits greenAn a feller gits ornery, restless an mean,Thar aint no doctor in eny placeEs kin properly diagnose his case. The ony cure fer a man I know Is t git right out o th town an go Where th wil -ducks swarm an th geese go by, An th trout an bass are a-jumpin high; Th ony thing thet 11 cure him then Is t git away from his feller-men, An loaf all day by some laffin stream, An fish an whistle an sing an dream, An listen t birds an bugs an hear Th voice o th woods in his eager ear, An smell th flowers, an watch th squirrels, An cast a fly where th eddy whirls, An fergit that theres cities an houses an men. Fergit thet hes got ter go back agen. Fergit, when on moss-grown bank hes curled, Thet thars enythin else in th whole wide world But jes him, an th birds, an th bugs an things Thet live right thar where th wild stream sings.
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The Harpy Eagle is a native of the forests of South America, and is the mostpicturesque and least known of eagles. The only one in captivity on thiscontinent is in the Zoological Gardens at Washington. Drawing by J. M. (ileeson. BY STRENGTH OF ARMS AND ARTIE A SALMON OF THE GRAND CODROYBY MAXIMILIAN FOSTER THERE was the river, a stretch of madwater pitching westward amongthe trees, white where it went rois-tering among the bowlders, and beyondthat a pool, heaving sluggishly and sur-faced with brown foam and the threadsof working under-currents. High aboveits chasm reared the Newfoundland hills—hills at a distance of the sheen of crum-pled velvet, matchless in their verdant colortones, but a blighted waste of dwarf coni-fers matted together by the snows and adesperate tangle when one set foot amongthem. Artie, blithely promising sport, hadset a way across the heights, and beingto the manner born, had found a path ormade it where another might have failedin despair. But sport—sport

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