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And least stop the car a'nd look ou't over the er on tihe smoldering fire and are of all did it occur to me that I broad expanse of blue water, with ready for the start. How long the should ever have a part in shaping , the herring weirs along the sh'ore trail seems and how ^different our the desbiny of the college. tihe ligfht_ouse on a distant reef , jaded spirits from the buoyant hopes First to my old room in So>ut!h and- the islands separating the bay with which we came in a few hours 'CoHege} 'where for four years I f rom the open sea . I recall the before. Then ive had seemed to fly stoke the stove and carry out the night J- spent in a schooner anch- on Mercury's winged sandals, but ashes. • In retrospect I went to the ored ofif the Perry shore. : The now our feet are shod with lead. old well over by tihe gym and re- schooner was the Vila Y. Hermano, But at last we make it. How good turned with the tin pail, slopping on whMi I had sfalipped as a sailor the blue waters df the St. Croix water on the stairs and placed it on on a trip to Nova Scotia. look as we drag our tired feet ddwn tlie window sill. How anany times Then home for the night after a tlie hill tlirough. the orchard to the I had had to break the ice in- the busy day. In the evening, sitting shore. Here a, hot bath proves re- un'ornmg before making my sketchy on the porch high above the water, freshing and we are soon snoring in ablutions. we ffalMi the revolving light on ' St. (hammocks on the porch. Then to Memorial Hall; to the Croix Island where Cfoaamplain and And here comes in the magic car- library where I , 'Was always impres- his men spent a wintdr three hun- pet. There is dn-e more day to go sed with a feeling of awe at the dred and .more years ago, the first and 'this must be spent in Water- immense display of books on the odlony df Europeans established in ville. The 20O miles from Robbins- shelves, reaich'ing from the floor to the United States north, df Florida. ton to Wa'teryille I have covered the lofty ceiling. Up the staiirs to As the moon comes up over Oham- countless times by automobile, but the spacious hall, later the reading Recently there appeared in the And finally, for it is getting on cook mountain, "we listen to the there isn't time for this now. I room, but in my student days open AfPJjANTIC MONTHLY _n article toward breakfast tkne breathing barlring of / the -seals on a nearby like , the slower trip better but the only on great occasions su'dh ' as the by Helen Keller' entitled: "H I the perfume tihat pervaded the air, reef and the weiid cry df the loons carpet will have to do in an emer- Oomimenlcement dinners. T_ree Had Three Days -of .Sigjh-t. " That- I cut an armful of -flowers— zinni- on the river, and then to bed, for gency like this. times a year tlie final term exami- gallant woman, blind from birth, as, snapdragdn-s, nasturtiums and tomorrow is to be a big 'day. I wake up rather late next morn- nations were held here} all the stu- had through penserverance and calendulas, • and carry tfliem into My favorite trout stream ' is the ing for the strenuous day in the dents seated at Jong tables. I sit 1 sheer ¦will power, liver a fuller and the house, still wet with, dew for Intervale Brook flowing three miles woods and the exciting trip by car- down and recreate the -scene, facing richer life than most people with Mrs. Jdhnson, skillful in (the art, to through the wood from Rand Lake pet had been almost too much for •the Lion of Lucerne. The dying all their senses unimpaired. Her arrange in a beautiful display. to the East Maguene Magxienowoc. an old man like me. My plan ' for lion 'with • the broken speai in his simple story of the tilings she most After breakfast I jump into my Brook fishing is not one-man sport. the day includes a call on a few old side gave little emotional stimulus wished 'to see revealed a woman of dory and go ou't to pull my ' lobster A eanupa'nion is necessary for its friends, a vus'it to tlie old college on at a time when we were ourselves •rare human qualities. A baby's traps with my heart a-flutter, as I (full enjoyment, My 'first and only the Avenue, and finally a . few hours in su'ch sore distress. face, tlie face of Mrs. Sullivan, her recall -t!he day when I pulled a trap ¦choice of a fishing partner is George da Mayflower Hill. Ne_t to Recitation Hall and the faithful teacher to whom she owed containing ,t!wo lobsters weighing iParmenter, a lusty fellow in the In mid-forenoon I start down- classrodms df "Judy" Taylor and together nine pounds. I reach the woods and a skillful fisherman. town, thinking as I go of the chan- the others, all men off learning and so much—these axe some of the ¦ things she longed to see. Tin's rev- first buoy. -This time tflie trap is Several times together we have ges tih'at have taken place since I 'character wiho ma'de indelible im- elation of a gentle spirit , struggling empty, but in andbher I find a cast our flies' on the Miramachi in first caime here as a freshman in pressions. To the old gym where without resentment to break thru •tihree-ipounder, 'Which is enough. Canada a'nd have tried our luck on 1887—a country village then, a dumlbbells and 'Indian clubs pro- tihe bars of perpetual darkness, •Back in tflie kitchen itihe big pot the Intervale. At my summons, thriving city bow. vided divers/ions which cannot- be moved me greatly. is bdiling on the s-tave. It is al- ¦George has come down for this last .My first call is on Harvey Eaton. appreciated by the students of to- think that thefe are dis- day, with the diversifiied and thril- In tih'is mood a Strang© idea, came ways with a sense df shame that I trip. I like to ling activities of tihe modern1 gym ; into my mind. What would I do plunge a, lobster into the pot but iln the early morning we set out, tinctive qualities that make tlie to the athletic field where baseball if I knew I had three days to live ? it has to be done. And so dinner on the three mile tramp through State of Maine men unique. And ¦is past -Moneymaker's lake I always think of Harvey as a rep- was our only sport. As the range This df course, was albsurd, for provided for. the woods, , , of intercollegiate sports under such circumstances one could There is still enouejh of the a little gem at the base df a steep resentative of the type—angular has bxoad- iriterestKng ened I hav© found keen enjoyanent hardly expect to carry on in a 'forenoon leift for m© to take a trip wooded hill. There's an and loose gaited, ready to walk to j from which comes the name, Oorjiville in any weather; sturdy as a spectator, in- tihem all,. but I cdmposed and normal manner. But to the village, three miles away, stony, gang -operating have never felt the thrill of that ¦here is the complicated sdhedule I and get a loaf of bread at Howard df a coamterfelitling in character and solid as the gran- 'game when we wdn from Bowdoin set for imysellf for tlh'ese three busy Fisher's store, and on the way back here some 60 or more years ago. The ite in our hills ; boldly creative; so- ¦drop in and sudden bodmiing flight of a part- 'Cially-»minded and full of good by the score of 1-0. days, at dne point in which I had "pass ilhe tSme of day" ridge and the sight of the white works. I have always enjoyed his I confess, as I make this last to employ Aladdin's magic carpet with George Poor and tihen with leaping away homely wisdom and its salty expres- tour of the old campus my mind is to meet the nmitalb'ions off the dis- John Seely, two df my good neigh- flag of a starred deer, , bors ulp on ithe road, "W© through the trees give momentary sion I could not let ' this last day filled wi'oh memories of the past and tance I had to cover.