To camp you tramp. In weather dump ; you load your boat wit li rod and real, wlth liam and fowl.and stealthlly away you steal, where crickets siiu.uk and cry of owlilisturb your rost mlth fever18b dreain. Next morn arlsowlth achinii llrab; your throat Is parelied, your scum ■■, swlin. Your trcmbllng hand uumoors the skiff. You try your strokc ; your arma are stllT, and red-hot wtirds float wlth the strviiiu. You cast your line trom otl the shore.amlswearasyou have ne'ersworp hfiore. The honrs fly by without a blte; but with them comes your appetlte. The fowl bas reached an anclunt taste. The hum's twaet succulence Is gone to waste; but as you'r veutlng you'r despair in blesslngs (?) through the arablent air, "your hopes revive where cool and siuik, recurabent lies the whlskyjus.