ABSTRACT
There have been references to hunting and fishing. From boyhood’s days nothing was so charming as a trout brook. The long tramp, taken with the flint locked Queen’s arm, that resulted in the death of a chipmunk and the scaring of a partridge, was ever full of contentment and pleasure. The contemplation of others still to come—and with better luck—brightened many a waking quarter of an hour in the darkness of the night, aided, may be, by the tinkling of the rain drops falling on the shingles of the slanting roof that came so near to the head of the boy reclining there. What a joy to press the pillow Of a cottage chamber bed, And listen to the patter Of the soft rain overhead!
