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ami nilniillnir for the since. Hmlle
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Mnj-, 1822, nt I'hnlnbourKt nnil I.oiiIm
nrntlnn Alrxnmlrr Chntrlnn, on Hie
IHlli of nrcrmbrr, 1820, nt .Solilntcntbnl,
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EPtber In 18-17 nnil contlniieil dolnir no
until ISM).
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incl mnnr nliort ntorlrn. Thp nrrlr. of
bopIh to vliloli Krrkinnnii-Cbntrlnn
nnf In crcnt pnrt tliplr rriniliitlon In
rlmlro "l.p I-'ou YpROf," Slnilnmc
mcrre," "Illndilre il'un Oonnprlt lie
IH13," "1,'Ainl lOrlu," "Illntolrc lie
llonune dpn l'cuiilo," nnd ninny oilier.
Their drnmnllp roiiiiionltlonn nnd
ndnptntlonn nre "RenrKen le Olinnneur
leu lltilnen," "I.'Alnnce en 1811."
Their ntorlpn, denllnR: rltli the renl
llei of the time, nro dlntlntmlnlieil by
liiilillelty nnd n genuine dcnerliitlp
inter, imrtlciilnrly In bnttle neenex ami
thnie of Alxatlnn iicnnaut life.
"By JOHN DICKINSON SHERMAN.
ALL o the Wild J This Is the time
o year when it sounds over all the
land, creating in every normal
breast a pang unmistakable and
poignant. It is the awakening of
an instinct ns old as the race the
desire for the open road. It is old
Mother Nature hciself calling, and
she snys:
"I'lay time, everybody! All work
and no play is folly; you know the
penally 1 exact. Life In these modern times is
too strenuous. Stop, get your breath, relax, re3t !
Come and play awhile!"
We Americans are the busiest people under
the sun. There was n time when we played hard
ly nt all. Now we have thmlly learned the ne
cessity of leliiMitlon and recreation. The trouble
is that wo Imve learned to play not wisely but
too well. Our avocations, especially in the
large eitle.s, are as strenuous as our vocations
sometimes even more strenuous.
"There should be nothing so much a man's
business as his amusements," wrote Stevenson,
nnd he wrote a great truth, which has not yet
come home to us. So It Is that we Americana,
many of us, are coming to have double need of
n summer vacation to rest up from both our
work and our pleasures.
The Call of the Wild means, In a sense, pretty
much the same thing to nil of us. But neces
sarily wo can interpret It only nccordlng to our
knowledge and experience. Fortunate Indeed are
they to whom the call means but one thing
whether gypsylng by automobile, or the flying
fprny of the salt sea, or the rusWng stream whose
deep dark pools hide the great O-outs, or the tcnl
nnd enmpfire beside the plndd luke, or th
mountain trail to the peaks where lies the ever
lasting snow. These fortunate, hear, understand
nnd obey.
Those of us who are less fortunate also hear
nnd rejoice. But the cnll has no clear message.
We do not know what to do with our play time.
We do not know where or nt what to play, and
the Interesting spcctaclo of a great people at
piny Is saddened by the sight of thousands of
unfortunntes wasting their precious vacation days
getting little enjoyment nnd less rest.
Conn), let us plan vacation days
Whllo yet the season's now!
The secret of the trip that pays
Is knowing what to do.
That's the motto of the wise. They are not among
these unfortunates. They have planned their-vacation
carefully and put common sense Uito their
plans. They have taken stock of their physical
nnd mental needs. They have profited by the ex
perience of past vacations and their jsuccesses
nnd failures. They understand that a vacation
for pleasun and a vacation for recuperation nre
not necessarily the same thing, but they will try
to combine pleasure and recuperation.
Change is a great factor In both pleasure and
rest. When play time comes nround most of us
Instinctively long for something that our dally
life does not offer. Often this longing Ik a safe
guide, provided common sense Is used. Obviously
a camping I rip In the wilds is not suited to those
who must have soft beds, delicate viands nnd
deft service even if they nre lovers of nnture,
longing for a novel experience. It Is equally ob
vious that thesu nnturo lovers would be out of
place in a fashionable summer resort where peo
ple congregnie to see nnd bo seen. The com
mon sense of It Is that they should go where
scenic beauty can be enjoyed and the conven
tional comforts of life are not lacking.
When vacation time means to the weary work
er an opportunity to recuperate from toll, rest
Is what he needs. The best rest is absolute In
action. "I lonfe und Invite my soul," wrote Wait
Whitman. Hut loafing Is a fine art; most of us
are loo used to be up and doing to enjoy sitting
nnd twiddling our thumbs. A change of scene
nnd occupation, with tho blessed consciousness
that wo do not have to do nny thing, is tho best
rest. Tho hodcarrlor who came Into money had
the psychology of it down fine when he set his
alarm clock as usual, threw his shoo at it when
It went off and turned over for n nnp.
The wise man will tnko his vacat'on temperate
ly. To return to rest up from his play that la
a poor proposition. To come back to work with
renewed strength nnd energy that's the thing.
The wrong kind of vacation may bo worse than
none. The right kind of vacation tuny bo a ver
itable godsend. Tho wise man will so order his
play ns to come back refreshed nnd restored and
enKpr for new worlds to conquer.
Aod wtiercvcr the Call of the Wltd takes ua,
let us bo "good sports" which is to say, let us
be sportsmen nnd live up to a sportsman's Ideals!
And what is a sportsman? It is easy to say this:
The sportsman Is the gentleman of the out-of-doors.
But that does not comprehensively de
flue the sportsman because It Is still more diffi
cult to define the gentleman.
Anyway, whatever else he may be, the sports
man Is the man who plays fair with nature, with
wild animal life, with his companions, with him
self, lie never wantonly defaces tho fair faco of
nature. He never pollutes stream or lake. He
never cuts down a tree that he does not need.
He buries or burns his camp rubbish. He cleatis
u$ his camping place. And he Is very sure that he
sets no forest lire.
Tho sportsman plays fair with wild animal life.
Ho will not hunt out of season. He will not kill
a female deer or elk. Ho will not shoot a bird
except when flying. In angling he uses light
tackle to give tho fish n fair chance. Ho will
uso tho fly rather than tho worm for trout. He
will put back the small trout and handle It with
a wet hand. He will us tho slnglo hook rather
than tho gang hooks. He never tnkes from for
est, field, lake and stream more than ho can use.
And always he obeys the loeah game laws.
Tho sportsman Is a delight In camp and on the
trail. He takes pride In keeping up his end, ln
doing his full share efficiently, willingly and
cheerfully. In emergencies ho Is a volunteer.
He helps the tenderfoot. Poor luck ennno't rulllo
his temper or spoil his outing. lie gots fun out
of trouble and can take a Joke on himself. He
Is a good loser; he grins nnd benrs It when defeat
Is his. He Is n good winner which Is harder
and wears his laurels modestly.
And the sportsman plays fair with himself,
which Is perhnps tho hardest thing of all. He
Is not too proud to learn from his betters. If he
catches fish "with a silver spoon," ho owns up
to It. Ho does not blame his own mistakes on
others or on his tackle. He does not exhibit his
musky trophy and tell of his skill while all tlu
whllo his Inner self Is saying: "You know per
fectly well the guide rigged your rod and tackle,
paddled you to the place, showed you tho exact
spot to cast, told you how to handle the fish,
netted It and landed It." In short, possibly the
crowning Ideal of true sportsmanship Is Inde
pendent achievement In sport or woodcraft.
Speaking of niuskellungo, ploaso recall those
Immortal lines In Sir Iznak Walton's "Compleat
Angler" :
"We may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said
of strawberries, 'Doubtless God could have made
a bettor berry, but doubtless God nover did,' und
so, If I might be Judge, God nover did make a
more calm, quiet, Innocent recreation than
angling."
Possibly Dr. Boteler was right about straw
berries. And probably Sir Iznak was right ubout
tho Innocence of angling, In Bplte of "fish yarns"
which do most iimnzlngly smack of rnnk perjury.
But when tho model and pattern of nil good
anglers doth speak of nngllng as "culm" and
"quiet," hero Is one disciple who rises up to say
that Sir Izaak is no "Compleat Angler" and It
this bo trenson, make tho most of It I
For ho rises to Inqulro: How can anyone use
tho words "calm" and "quiet" In connection with
a thirty-pound musky? And how can any angler
bo "compleat" who hns not been fast to this "tiger
of the Inland seas"?
Calm I Quiet! Oh, would that Sir Iznak were
back on earth. This Is what would hnppen to
him. Uo'd be taken to u certain Inke and given
n hnnd-mnde split-bamboo casting rod, with mul
tiplying reel, braided silk line and npoon lyiol;
with pork rind. Along toward evening lio'd be
rowed past n certain rushy point whore the pick
erel weed nnd lilies grow, nnd there Is deep
water on either Bide, And with good luck Sir
Izaak would thereupon And himself fast to a
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glistening, leaping, darting, plunging, rushing
piece of sheer deviltry that would make htm for
get all his philosophy and all his morals, and
act like a real human being.
Yesslreebob! When a man gets fust to a big
musky It Is no time for him to think of homo
and mother, wife, sweetheart, the League of
Nations nnd the II. C. of L. As that ardent
angler, T. II. Kendall, puts It
I have felt exhilaration In tho auto's llfihttilris rush,
Evading limitations und tho law.
I havo felt my pulses quicken when I niled a bob-tall
Hush,
Having raised the anto Just before the draw.
I havo let the perspiration run down my mulling face
As I cashed a winning .ticket on a doubtful trotting
race.
With muscles tensa and ready I firmly grasp my pole,
I forget tho rocking boat tn which I stand,
I forget my ulfo's relations, tho salvation of my soul,
My debts, my duties and my native land.
Cold chills ot apprehension go up and down my spine,
And I wonder at my folly In selecting such a lln.
'TIs tho limit of the pleasures I havo traveled miles
to feel!
On this cloudy, breozy afternoon In June,
When my heart is set to pounding by the protest of
my reel
As tho Mighty Musky rushes with my spoon.
And then the congratulations would pour In on
Sir Iznak. For If, with the aid of an oarsman,
a club, n revolver, a gaff and n landing net, ho
got the musky Into tho boat, congratulations
would obviously bo In order. Ami If the musky
got away, congratulations would bo equally In
order, since the panting, perspiring und exhausted
angler got awny from the musky with his life.
Tho pooiest way to see tho country Is from tho
window of a railroad car. The next poorest Is
from an automobile going thirty miles tin hour.
A mini on horseback has a fair chance to see
things, provided ho will get off tho beaten high
way. Itenlly to see the country, however, a man
must wall.
For it Is only the pedestrian who can leave the I
beaten trail: at will to climb to the vantage spot j
on the slope, to wander olt down the woodland
trail to the tinkling .stream, to cast himself down j
at full length on tho plno nue.dlc.H of the cool
grove. It Is only the man on foot who hns the '
time to find these hidden charms und the leisure
to appreciate them.
And then there's tho nctunl feel of the country
under fool the spring of tho turf; the rustle of,
fallen lees; the cooling touch of lush grass,
about the spring; tho ring of hobnail on solid'
rock; the crunch ot sand on the beach. Thr.t'i ,
tho way to see the country get Into actual phys
ical touch with It.
If you go camping, here Is some advice In tho
form of don'ts:
Don't neglect to choose your companions care
fully; tho smaller tho party tho more care Is
necessary. If a man has a mean, lazy or yellow
streak In htm, It will come out In camp.
Don't eat a hearty meal when you are ex
hausted ; you might as well take poison. Cool
off and rest a while; then a hearty meal will
renew your btrength.
Don't go Into cold water when overheated or
Just nfter a heavy meal. Don't go Into deep
water alone. Don't stay in after your teeth be
gin to chatter. Don't go In at al'. If It lg a tax
rather than a tonic.
Don't give up and conclude that the fish will
not bite. If there are fish they must feed.
Don't try to do your cooking over a campflre;
uso u cooking lire, A cnmpflro is for Jollity nnil
warmth, a cooking fire Is principally llv eWlu for
cooking only.
TIIFHIO was Joy unbounded when
Louis the Klghlccnth returned
In ISM.
Yes, everybody was delighted, except
the old soldiers and tho fencing mas
ters. Living with Father Goulden In
Pfalzbourg, of old Lorraine, I was
happy In tho belief that conscription
was now over, und that at last, I should
ho ablo to marry Cntherlno nnd Uvo In
peace.
So, when tho mnrrlago permit enmo,
I rushed at once to her with tho news.
I kissed her ngaln and again and
we both wept for Joy.
And then, after the happiness of
mnrrylng Catherine, my greatest do
light lay In thinking that I should be
a tradesman for tho rest of my life.
Ah, what a happy llfo! what satis
faction to bo young and to have a
3lmplc, good, Industrious wife! Wo
sunll nover bo old I Wo shall always
lovo ono another and always rotnln
about us those whom wo love.
Thus dnys and weeks went by. But,
later on, wo found that the returning
royalists, the ministers nnd tho princes,
who had rushed back to Franco after
Napoleon's banishment, adopted the
most Insolent manner toward us, tho
people. And as to their treatment of
Napoleon's former soldiers I can still
hear the commandant expostulating,
"They nre starving us; they nro treat
ing us like Cossacks j only they nro
too cowardly to shoot usl"
But, about tho beginning of March,
a rumor began to circulate that tho
emperor hnd escaped from Elba and
had landed In Frnnce. Quickly his
advance toward Paris followed; nnd
tho old soldiers, sent out to restrain
him, rushed forwtird to kneel at bin
feet. Thus It was that Napoleon
again came to tho throne.
What hnppcned afterward, how
ever, was not so agrccablo to me. now
n married man, settled us I had hoped
for a llfo of peace. For I was called
fo the colors. Aunt Grcthel, who had
always been like a mother to me, sob
bed nloud. Catherine passed into a
deadly swoon.
Yet, In spite of all, I needs must
leave for the nrmy with my old veter
an soldier friend, Zebede, and at once
wo wero rushed to tho front.
Ono day, us wo hnltcd, the emperor
enmo to our lines nnd the whole di
vision fihouted "Vivo rKmpereur!"
I had a good vlow of him us he ad
vanced with his arms crossed behind
his back and his head bent. He had
grown stouter nnd more snllow slnco
the days of Lelpslg. He looked much
older nnd his cheeks wero flnbby. Little
wonder, also, that ho appeared wor
ried for had he not lost everybody's
confidence? Tho old soldiers nlono re
tiiined their lovo for him; they were
ready to conquer or to die In his be
half. But for my part I cared much
more for Catherine thnn for the em
peror. Of her I thought with greatest
tenderness, tho more so knowing that
she would mion become a mother. And
I prayed to God to preserve my life.
At last we came upon the Prussians
and, driving them back at Llgny,
marched on against tho British.
I' thought I should drop every mo
ment from weakness, but llnally near
Waterloo, on mounting n little ridge,
wo biiw the English pickets through
the rain.
In it cornfield, under a beating storm,
wo lay like gypiles, our teeth chatter
ing with tho coldand yet thinking of
massacring our fellow men, nnd es
teeming ourselves lucky If we hnd a
turnip, a carrot or anything elso to
keep up our utrength. Is thnf a life
for honest men? Is It for this that
God created uh? Is It not an abom
Inntlon to think that a king or un em
peror, Instead of encouraging com
morco nnd diffusing liberty, whould re
duce us to this state by hundreds of
thousands? I know that this Ik called
glory, but people are foolish to glori
fy such men who have lost nil sense
of right and heart and religion,
When I awoko In tho morning, tho
church-bellH were ringing and I
thought :
"Today Is Sunday, a dny of iuce
nnil rest. Father Goulden, drewied In
ri!f beat coat nnd n clean shirt, Is
thinking of mo. Catherine Is sitting
on the bed and weeping. Aunt Grcthel
hns taken her prayer-book and Is going
to mns." As I pictured to myself that
quiet, happy life, I could have burst
Into tenrs.
But the drums begun to beat and tho
trumpets sounded.
Tho llrst movement was when our
four divisions were ordered to ad
vnnco. Wo wero about twenty thou
sand men marching In two lines nnd
sinking up to our knees wllli every
step In the soft mud. Nobody spoko
a word.
Face to face with us wore the Eng
lish, In perfect order, their, cannoneers
wflh lighted mnlches In their hnnds.
On nil sides, as far ns tho eye could
reach, nothing was to ho seen but cui
rasses, helmets, swords, lnncca and
rows ot bayonets.
"Wlint n bnttlol" cried Buche, my
comrnde-at-urms. "Woo to tho Eng
lish 1"
And I thought ns ho did. I believed
that not n single Englishman would
escape. But bad luck pursued us that
day; though, had It not been for the
Prussians, I think wo should havo ex
terminated them all.
Down Into tho little valley wo pour
ed, right Into tho faco of tho English
lire, and shouting all tho time "Qlvu
them the bayonet 1"
The batteries hurled their grape-shot
point blnnk upon us. It was then, for
the first time, I saw tho English closo
nt hand. They had fair skins und
wero clean shaven like respectable cit
izens. They enn fight well, too but
wo aro as good as thoy. Every shot
of the English told; nnd this forced
us to brenk our ranks, for men nro
not mere pnllsndcs.
Aud almost nt tho same moment wo
saw a mass of red dragoons, on gray
horses, sweeping nlong like tho wind
and sabring our strngglcrs without
mercy. It was ono of tho most tor
rlblo moments of my lfe ns wo woro
driven back.
What n fearful thing Is a battle!
Then out came Marshal Noy waving
his sword in tho air. Older, thinner
nnd more bony thnn when I saw him
last but still the same bravo aoldler
with the clear eyes that seemed to
take us all In.
"Forward," ho, cried, "I shall lend
you myself!" And wo rushed ahead,
one after tho other like a pack of
wolves, until wo gained the principal
outpost of tho British.
But suddenly tho rumor spread thnt
tho Prussians wero coming. I folt
myself grow pnle.
At that moment cries of "Vivo I'Em
perourl" roso from thousands of
throats behind us, and looking bnck
I saw all our cavalry of tho right wing
ndvnnclng to nttuck tho solid squares
of the English. It was an nwesomo
night. With wnvlng snbres they rush
ed pell-mell ngaln und agnln upon tho
red-coats. Twenty such charges thoy
made, until the liorses of our cuiras
siers, exhausted, could no longer oven
walk and there still firmly stood tho
great red lines, steadfast ns walls.
Now all that remained for nttnclt
was the Old Guard those wondorful
veternns who hnd fought In Qcrmnny,
In Egypt, In Spain and In Russia, of
whom the Emperor took qpoclnl caro
and who no longer know prtrbnB,or
relations. They only know the em
peror who was tholr god. When It
was said In the ranks '"Tho Guard Is
going to chnrgo," Is was tho samo as
saying, "Tho bnttle Is won!"
And Ney commnnded them!
Upon tho Guard fell tho concentrated
hall of bullets. In twenty minutes
every officer hnd bcondlsmounted and
tho Guard, reduced from three thou
sand men to twelvo hundred, slowly
gnvo way. J
Now the entire English nrmy foil
upon us. And, as tho remnant of tho
Old Guard fell buckwurd across tho
field (led hussars, cuirassiers, artillery
and Infantry like an army of savages,
What can I tell you moro? It was
utter rout. And In tho yalloy old
Bluchcr, with forty thousand Pru
slans, ,wns looming up.
Tho end had come and I wept Ilko
n child.
Back wo scurried, borno down with
fatigue, hunger und despair.
"Keep on," cried Buche, "the Prus
sians take no prisoners. Look! thoy
are cutting down everyone."
So back, back, oven to Paris wo
fled, and there we learned that hos
tilities were to be suspended, that tho
emperor hnd gone, nnd that tho klnu
was returning to the throne. Deser
tions began,
I hurried on from vlllngo to vlllngo
and at last reached Pfalzbourg and
my home.
Up the stuirs I sprang; Cntherlno
was In my arms. I fell to sobbing so
violently that one would havo thought
misfortune had come upon me.
The first words of Catherine wero,
"Joseph, I knew that you would enmo
bnck. I had put my trust In God."
Thus happiness finally reached us.
Now 1 have lived to seo tho return
of the flag of liberty and to see tho
nation Increase In wealth, In edueu
tlnn and in happiness. People begin
to understand their rights. They know
that war only brings Increase of tax
ation and suffering; and when tho
people, as musters, shall say, "Instead
of sending our Nona to perish by
thousands beneath tho vword and tho
cannon, we will have thorn taught and
made men!" who will dare gainsay
them?
In tlil.i hope I bid you farewell, my
friends, and I enibraco you with all
my heart.
Copyright, 1919, by tho Post Publishing
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antes and UepondvncUis, under tho copy-'
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