. Sketches of camp life in the wilds of the Aroostook woods, Aroostook County, Maine; fishing, canoeing, camping, shooting and trapping, being true stories of actual life in camp . ng, Speaks lovingly of sister brownie. And often laughing with the brooklet, Her merry words are ever flowing;While cronie with his ready wit Delights to keep the music going. While the father tells a cronie Much about his trapping, hunting,When he was in his prime and hardy, And of the deer, in winter herding. Of how he caught for winter use Moren any udder Indian man ;Deer and musquash, big bull moose, Dried and s
. Sketches of camp life in the wilds of the Aroostook woods, Aroostook County, Maine; fishing, canoeing, camping, shooting and trapping, being true stories of actual life in camp . ng, Speaks lovingly of sister brownie. And often laughing with the brooklet, Her merry words are ever flowing;While cronie with his ready wit Delights to keep the music going. While the father tells a cronie Much about his trapping, hunting,When he was in his prime and hardy, And of the deer, in winter herding. Of how he caught for winter use Moren any udder Indian man ;Deer and musquash, big bull moose, Dried and smoked the pemican. •• Laughing Water nods to father As the cronies rise to leave them—• • Spose my brudders stop to supper, Likeum musquash, you much welcome. 17S The Aroostook Woods. But the sun now in the far westWith their camping yet to do, Kindly thank him for his goodnessStep on board their birch canoe. Laughing water, with her fatherStanding by them on the shore, To the last they merry find her Asking cronies, come some more. Salute the girls, good bye to fader As they dip to dip ahead,Another smile from Laughins: Water, Then, down the shadowed Mattawamkeag. STILL HUNTING, DEER TRACKING. AFTER a storm is the best time to look for a deer, as thetracks show plainer for us to follow if after a rainstorm, and if snow, one knows just how freshly made. Besideshe has been lying by in the swamp, beneath the thick ever-greens, feeding but little during the storm, and is now hungry,and will travel slowly, feeding longer at his stopping loves to wander around the foot of the ridges next theswamps, rinding the browse more thrifty and plenty, and ishandy to his favorite brook. Now this morning, if we wouldget one, we will start out real early, for he is up himself atdaylight and already on his tramp whilst we are eating ourbreakfast. If not pretty sure of one quite handy, let us takeour luncheon and a very light hunting axe, matches and ourcompass, always, for we
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