J.  J.  Bell  and  family  and  P.  M.  McPerson

are  in  camp  on  Whitewater  opposite  Mr.  Bush’s
residence.  They  are  all  having  a splendid  time
and  living  off  the  fat  land.  Hunting  and  fishing
is  their  chief  amusement,  the  writer  being  tired,
hungry  and  thirsty,  camped  with  them  last
Sunday  evening.  The  bill  of  fare  was  quail
fried  a la  mode,  spring  chicken  fricassed,  stew-
ed wild  pigeons,  Whitewater  speckled  trout,
sweet  milk  furnished  by  Mrs.  Hanna,  Mrs.
Bush’s  daughter,  roasting  ears,  cabbage  and
potatoes  furnished  from  Mrs.  Bush’s  garden,
etc.,  of  various  kinds  too  numerous  to  mention.
Sufficient  to  say  that  my  hunger  and  thirst  was
satisfactorily  appeased.  Mr.  McPherson  is  a
genial  fellow  in  camp.  He  told  me  he  received
a scare  the  second  day  he  was  in  camp  that
turned  a large  number  of  hairs  on  his  head  gray.
By  invitation  of  Mr.  Bush  he  went  up  to  the

J. J. Bell and family and P. M. McPerson

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