Woods and waters: . n across his lap. A red glare played upon the shore and the stream ahead,while the boat remained in deep shadow. The unnaturallight dazzles and bewilders the deer, which frequent thebanks and shallows and particularly the sloughs, at night,to feed upon the water-lilies, and it strikes them motionless,the boat and its occupants being concealed in gloom. Theystand gazing out from the dark background, quitecovered with the light, affording a near and generallyfatal shot. The boat seemed now to glide of its own volition, Har-vey drawing his paddle so still, as not to wake even
Woods and waters: . n across his lap. A red glare played upon the shore and the stream ahead,while the boat remained in deep shadow. The unnaturallight dazzles and bewilders the deer, which frequent thebanks and shallows and particularly the sloughs, at night,to feed upon the water-lilies, and it strikes them motionless,the boat and its occupants being concealed in gloom. Theystand gazing out from the dark background, quitecovered with the light, affording a near and generallyfatal shot. The boat seemed now to glide of its own volition, Har-vey drawing his paddle so still, as not to wake even thewhisper of a bursting bubble. Once dipped, the paddle isnot withdrawn, but worked by the wrist and elbow noise-less as the fin of a fish. As I hushed my breath while thus borne along, therewas a weird effect fi-om the glide, making me feel, withHecate, Oh, what a dainty pleasure tis,To sail ithe air! The water-flies entering the glare of the jack-light glit-tered like specks of gold. As the broad crimson gleam mi. 85 startled up tlie banks, a gigantic shadow seemed to chasethe boat and swallow the trees, touching them first, thenmeandering over the branches down to their very tips. The red beams flitted athwart the bushes and water-plants of the margin near us and turned the bushes intomoving gold, upon which and the gleaming lily-pads, wewould rustle suddenly, as suddenly leaving for the stillwater. A quick dropping shot of splashes in the shallowstold the plops (one of Harveys Saranac words) of thestartled muskrats, as they tumbled into the water from thelogs and borders. Their little black heads spotted thewater all around in the jacks radiance, vanishing when outthe stream of light, with the quickness of thought. We were now gliding across the opening of PalmerBrook. Suddenly I heard a slight rustling close to thebank and then two or three light, paddling sounds in thewater. Corey raised his rifle and motioned toward a blackthicket. The boat glided up, as if sentient. Th
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