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Show HARD WINTER? NOPE, I DECLARE BUCOLIC I 1 1 PROGNOS TIC A TORS j The mild fall and the belated com-1 com-1 mc of winter hns resulted In the in-' in-' evitable 1-told-you-so's," weather propheix, who loudly and vehemently assert that nature's signs never fall. It was at B country store the other ; day that a group of the village wise-a wise-a ri were discussing the weather : when an Ogden duck hunter put In his . appearance. a hospitable scraping of chair legs. ' widening the Circle around the sheel-! sheel-! Iron stove. Invited the nlmrnd to a j share In the village gossip. "My son sez." began one of the group, "as how when he we.-c eorn-bUSkln' eorn-bUSkln' the husks were that thin he-knows he-knows we'll hev mild weather " Some other chap B)ild: "Yes, an' the hist rain, the anglo-I anglo-I worms wuz erawlln' on the walks, an' If we WUS in for cold speil, they'd 1 be dug deep by now Still somo other T "Well, up there inside of my wood-lot, wood-lot, I unkivers a squirrel-cache, an' there wuz so few nuts t Is sure this winter'll be short." "The muskrats Is loafin'. Ain't nary one buildin' yet. That'B a sarlln sign Of a easy winter." Still some one else said that horses were not growing long hnlr this jrearj and one remarked that the bark on I the "north side of the trees was thlu-I ner than last year ' Rut this duck hunter has little faith i In bucolic, prediction. He inquired of the cock-surest weather prophet of ihe bunch : "Think we'll have any rnln?" The fellow shuts Ills gray eye and cocks his blue one at the sky. "Nope' he said, "not for sixteen clays." And that night returning home the nimrod was caught In a downpour and' nearly drowned. |