. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . branches he hadto pass. As he went by the tree, from its topmost branches camea sound, that for a moment paralyzed, and then started him, asif he had felt the full force of an electric battery. Rushing tothe camp, and throwing down the cup, he grasped the rifle, andsang out for the sleepers to awake. Whats the row ? inquired George. He was only half-awake,and had an idea that it was his turn to go on guard. Yes, what is the matter ? asked his other friends, as thethree sprang to their feet, and gaz
. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . branches he hadto pass. As he went by the tree, from its topmost branches camea sound, that for a moment paralyzed, and then started him, asif he had felt the full force of an electric battery. Rushing tothe camp, and throwing down the cup, he grasped the rifle, andsang out for the sleepers to awake. Whats the row ? inquired George. He was only half-awake,and had an idea that it was his turn to go on guard. Yes, what is the matter ? asked his other friends, as thethree sprang to their feet, and gazed at Ned, who stood justoutside the camp, rifle in hand, his eyes glaring in the directionof the pine. 158 THROUGH THE WILDS. I heard either a wildcat or the evil one ; I dont know which. Of the two, replied George, laughing, for he was now thoroughly awake, 1 should say the chances were that you heard a wildcat, or a lucivee as they call it up here. Where do you think the animal is ? In that large pine. Perhaps he will yell again. George stepped into camp, and brought out Freds gun, which. SCARED BY AN OWL. was loaded with buckshot, and the four friends stood in earnestexpectation. Throw some more wood on the fire, Dick, requested George,Several large sticks were added, and the flame shot up fiveor six feet in the air, and shortly after, the same blood-curdlingnoise, half way between a screech and a yell, broke forth from thetop of the pine. The boys jumped, and Ned fired in thedirection of the sound. The bullet was heard to strike the tree THROUGH THE WILDS. 159 with a thud, showing it had not touched the unwelcome tenant,whatever it might be. Dont fire again, cried George, as he noticed Ned sHppinganother cartridge into his rifle, and beginning to laugli, it isnothine but a screech-owl. Screech-owl? queried Ned contemptuously, and make sucha noise as that! I half-thought it was a panther. * All bosh! continued George. One summer when fatherwas at Moosehead Lake, old Masterm
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