. In pine-tree jungles; a hand-book for sportsmen and campers in the great Maine woods . is musket, and Joe eyed the arm had associated with so many modern sportsmen since the rail-road was put through that he held advanced ideas about were of too early a stage in the worlds development to appealto him. Guess maybe someting give me the bad heye, he thought thatnight as he lay down in his bunk. First tam this year come goodsnow, an only two farmair wit ancien fusil iox mak de hunt. Sleepy Hunters. Si Joe longed for city men like those who had failed in the dry fores
. In pine-tree jungles; a hand-book for sportsmen and campers in the great Maine woods . is musket, and Joe eyed the arm had associated with so many modern sportsmen since the rail-road was put through that he held advanced ideas about were of too early a stage in the worlds development to appealto him. Guess maybe someting give me the bad heye, he thought thatnight as he lay down in his bunk. First tam this year come goodsnow, an only two farmair wit ancien fusil iox mak de hunt. Sleepy Hunters. Si Joe longed for city men like those who had failed in the dry forestto get their moose, and so slept. The dawn was yet low in the east when Joe stirred the embers in thestove and prepared coffee. The Judge and the Major were sleepingheavily, and refused to be roused under his shaking.• Go way, they growled from dreamland, and Joe was obliged toleave them in their deep slumber until the sun was high and the fore-noon half spent. Then they rose full of valor, and ready for the hunt. Joe discreetly kept silence as to his views on early rising for men. Every Shot Told! who would slay moose, and the party started out on snowshoes of hisproviding. Havent been on snowshoes this 20 years, said the Judge, butguess I can manage them. The Major had nothing to say. Joe was in deep the trio fared through the still forest, for Joe found he wasobliged to wait for his convoy^ as a fast cruiser waits for the slow gun-boats in a squadron. The way lay around the shoulder of the foothill at the mountain base,toward a point where Joe thought he could find a moose yard. One,two, three miles were covered painfully by the Judge and the Major 82 Skirmishing for Game. puffing along in Joes wake, until there came an abrupt stop. Thehuntsmen from Prescjue Isle found their guns insufferably heavy, andtheir snowshoes had a way of diving into the snow in front that wasbeyond their patience to further combat. A council of war was held. The Judge ruled tha
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