Ames Forester


It was June and twilight gathering over the town of Ames as we lolled about on the depot lawn, in anticipation of three months in the woods of Northern Minnesota and Cass Lake. Now and then one of the fellows would stretch himself, climb over the lawn guardrail and make his way to the station to learn if the eastbound train were on time.



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