Love for the woods and out-door sports begins early in life. I can hardly remember when the Sight of a gun or fish-rod did not awaken within my boy ish fancy a feverish desire to follow their lead, be the tramp ever SO hard. There never was anything to stop the growth of this passion until I reached the age of ten years, when I nearly destroyed a boy's eye with an arrow, in my endeavors to excel in archery. This act Slightly dampened my ardor for some months, and retarded that progression in field sports I was then making.