Rod and gun . fare and not a murmur issued from theboarders. The bacon was as much rel-ished with the dry bread, and tea towashit down, as they had been on any otherprevious occasion, and that was everymeal we had partaken of so far, whilethe only addition to the menu that even-ing was stewed prunes, the Professorthinking this a fitting occasion for alittle something extra as he called it,but we thought if he was as generous ashe appeared to be, he might supply an-other kind of special a little later inthe evening which, after considerablepressure, many hints and a great deal ofgallant diploma
Rod and gun . fare and not a murmur issued from theboarders. The bacon was as much rel-ished with the dry bread, and tea towashit down, as they had been on any otherprevious occasion, and that was everymeal we had partaken of so far, whilethe only addition to the menu that even-ing was stewed prunes, the Professorthinking this a fitting occasion for alittle something extra as he called it,but we thought if he was as generous ashe appeared to be, he might supply an-other kind of special a little later inthe evening which, after considerablepressure, many hints and a great deal ofgallant diplomacy, was finally subdued,and brought forth the much abused flaskof twenty-eight-year-old. Around this lake were hundreds ofdead tamarac trees which our authorityon all matters of mineralogy, geology,botany and everything else,the Professorsaid were killed throughout this north-ern country by an insect accidentallybrought out from Norway. Our first visitors as we struck campthat night were a couple of scavenger. THE PROFESSOR WRITIXG UP HIS DIARY. birds, known under many names such asWhisky Jack, Meat Butcher,Blood Bird, etc. He was very wel-come, and the first we had seen on thewhole journey, although they are verycommon to the social life of the wing-edelement around camps in the Province ofQuebec. They were doubly welcomehere for the reason that birds were veryscarce in the whole forest we had passedthrough, and the Colonel was constantlydinning into our ears, what a differencethere was between the awful silence inour forests and the bird melody of thoseof his own dear country, where the sing-ing of many pretty members of the feath-ered trfbe make music in the trees allthe day. Supper over, the Colonel got very busyagain, hustling around for his rifle, andat the same moment ordering Pishabo toget his bark horn ready for anothernights hunt. The prospecting party was sittingaround a huge log fire as we venturedout into the silent darkness of the lake,heading for the grassy moose
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