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Title: The Audubon annual bulletin
Identifier: audubonannualb191623illi (find matches)
Year: 1938 (1930s)
Authors: Illinois Audubon Society
Subjects: Birds; Birds
Publisher: (Chicago, Ill. ) : The Society
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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22 THE AUDUBON BULLETIN
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broke up several bales of hay for our beds and we surely slept warm that night. Before going to bed the boys pole-vaulted, threw the discus and javelin, and visited a suspension bridge near. Nora had cooked a delicious supper for us as I was afraid it might rain our first night and this we spread in the grassy barn-lot overlooking the river. Then the farmer and his hand came down and we all went swimming near the boats. It was an ideal "first night." Grayson was right in "The Friendly Road" when he speaks of the warm friends one makes on a trip like this. It seemed to me I had known these people all my life and they treated us royally. The next morning we cooked breakfast at the landing, telephoned home, took some pictures, and then pushed the boats out again into the middle of the river and started on around Scouch Bend. "Scouch or Horseshoe Bend extends for eight miles and when one has gone around he is just half a mile from the starting point. The bluffs and the wild-roses are a thing never to be forgotten. I was proud of Illinois before I took this trip, but I am prouder than ever now for I have just begun to find how beautiful and magnificent it is. "Just before noon we reached Greenup, were met at the bridge by the scouts, and all went up town to buy groceries, write home, and inspect the tennis court. Do you remember the town Dickens describes in "Old Curiosity Shop" that was so sleepy? That's Greenup. It's a lonely place among the hills—a place of peace and quiet, a place to live and grow strong in strength of body and goodness of soul, a place to prepare for Heaven in. And so is Newton. I wonder if wrong can ever be done in these two towns. "We cooked dinner near the railroad bridge and then started around the bend to meet the two tennis players I had promised to meet at another railroad bridge. It began to rain, in fact it just poured, and twice we stuck upon sand-bars, but we jumped out, pushed and pulled, and soon were on our way again. At the second bridge we built a big fire under the maples, dried clothes and bed-clothes, ably assisted by the Greenup scouts, who had come out with our tennis team. The Greenup boys in

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