. 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 . these paths already made, still keep intheir old tracks, breaking out no new path, again visit thebrook at noon for a drink, then turn back on the old path alittle way and lie down for their usual mid-day rest, then upagain and around, to feed until near night and only over theirvery few paths. The snow is deep enough now to keep themin these old roads for days. Then comes the rain andimmediately after the freeze, a
. 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 . these paths already made, still keep intheir old tracks, breaking out no new path, again visit thebrook at noon for a drink, then turn back on the old path alittle way and lie down for their usual mid-day rest, then upagain and around, to feed until near night and only over theirvery few paths. The snow is deep enough now to keep themin these old roads for days. Then comes the rain andimmediately after the freeze, and this settles the question forthem in regard to new roads to get better feeding. Their oldpath is now excellent walking, while all outside of them issharp crust and they continue to follow only in their hardtrack, finding poor feeding until the next rain or a thawsoftens the crust, when they sometimes wade slowly around,making new roads, or perhaps over the ridge to anotherbrook or branch of the same. Toward spring, often after a very long rain storm, wettingthe snow well down, the night changing to still and cold,gives them a crust which delights them, for now, they can. C/3 w o CO O CO QO oo MOH WMH Deer Tracking. 191 walk away on the thick, icy crust to where they choose,and at times scarcely leaving footprints to be seen andfollowed by the crust hunter. Then it is, if a fellow, early in the morning, was handyenough to them, we will say sitting just overhead in a scrubbyhemlock tree (though the dear, gracious, goodness only knowshow in the world he ever came to be there so very early onsuch a cold morning) he would plainly hear them singing inlow cheery, deery tones, yet quite a little louder and strongerof voice than the singing shad, which the old fishermen tellof. The young buck would take the bass now, in place of hisfather that was killed the winter before ; the mother now lead-ing the band, while the young buck follows in the rear of all,to protect his youngest siste
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