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spoken of it. Beaver and deer are about as thick as mud and you can't lose. There's a good camp right there and trout fishing galore. I'll take time off and go along if you say the word.”

"Surest thing you know, Harry. We won't say—we'll yell. Will you make it to-morrow?”

"As well then as any time for me. You need some strong arm chap to carry the truck. Suppose we whip the

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perhaps, after supper as well.”

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know your early starts. Hate to ap“THEY STARTED FOR THE FARTHER SIDE pear inhospitable to this bunch, but SWIMMING SIDE BY SIDE"

I'm about to wind up the clock, turn

out the cat and forget this world. real thing and that's something. It Good-night, old scouts. Come to my ain't a bad idea to remember that birthday to-morrow evening.” everything in the woods will run from “How many of those do you have you if you let it alone, unless it's a she on this trip? That makes four since bear with cubs and even then she's not we left Ed. Grose's hotel at Stratton. looking for trouble,' said Jack.”

You're living too fast for me, Hank. "Talking about bears, I got a little Get on a freight train for awhile." start myself last fall," remarked “Children don't count, Clyde. You're George. “I was on a buckboard down mussed up too easy for your own comnear the Kibby, along in the edge of fort. Sand the rail, you're slipping, the evening, and two other fellows with you're slipping." me, when the horses acted restless and, Along the Kibby there is a diversity looking ahead, I saw what I took to be of scenery that keeps one continually a man walking in the road. He looked on the qui vive at the prospect of witbig to me, though at dusk one's eyes nessing forest drama or comedy at are not to be trusted, still I was a little every turn of the winding waterway. leary when I heard the clank of a Here the shore slopes gradually to the chain as he turned off into the woods. stream from light growth of popple

"It was a big bear with a trap fast- and birch, there it breaks suddenly into ened upon his left forepaw and as his high-banked margins, heavily overtrail showed next morning, he had grown with evergreen spruce or hemcome along alternately dragging the lock. Skirting a bit of country of clog, which had been broken off at one bolder character, Harry's sharp eye, end, and holding it off the ground with attuned to the harmony of woodsy his other forearm. He had swung that shades, detected the light brown of a thing against trees, stopped and torn at doe's body against low waterside them in his rage until he had scarred bushes as he peered through undernumerous trunks along the way, mute growth and silently motioned for cauevidences of his might when fierce with tion. Stepping to his side, “But” gave pain. It was a small job to run him expression to a chuckle and smile of down and hand him his finish in a appreciation. Standing well into the dense growth of young spruces.”

deeper water, so that the flow barely "Say, if you lads want some good cleared her belly, the mother deer stuff for pictures, I'd advise you to hot posed quietly, watching, with apparent foot for the Kibby, since George has amusement, the eager attempts of a

young fawn to secure its supper. stream,cleaning a dozen trout Clyde had Nothing noting of the advent of inter- placed his trade-mark on. Harry watched ested parties, it was an easy matter to his chance when “But” was rot lookapproach within sixty yards as our ing his way and threw a rock into the friends were down the wind from the water near him. Starting suddenly to game and their sensitive noses caught look for his disturber, “But” dropped no warning scent.

one of the slippery trout, reached over After "But” had roughly sketched for it quickly, lost his balance and fell suggestions for the finished picture, full length into the drink, where he two snapshots were taken, one as the foundered, spitting his mouth clear of animals stood at ease and the other che Kibby and vowing vengeance upon when a startled doe left her fawn for the perpetrator of the crime. the forest depths at a conspicuous wave “You grinning hyenas look just of Jack's hand. The little one saw alike to me and while I have my susnothing and remained in the water, picions who did that, I don't suppose looking about and bleating for its he'll own up. Nix with that camera, mother, who was now invisible.

Jack! You don't illustrate any of your “Walk up this road a little way and jokes at my expense,” but he was too go quietly. The doe will circle and late and his picture, all dripping from return to this spot as sure as we are the stream, will help make him famous three men and a boy. Steady, Irish, some day. where are you, you beggar?”

“Guess you'll discover you're in a Just at their feet was a hollow log prohibition state, where everyone has and as Harry gazed about for his to learn to drink rain water, ‘But.' terrier, a yellow nose pushed out from You'll rust your iron constitution if the other end toward the road and you take too much both outside and in, remained rigid with eyes glaring though,” chuckled the Brooklynite. straight ahead. The object of his gaze “Never mind the dousing--I didn't became theirs, the doe returned and get it. There's a subject for you, stared at her child in the stream. A ‘But,' that will make you forget the quick glance about and failing to stream.” ciscover the causes of her previous Perhaps a couple of hundred yards alarm, she stepped softly down the north of the Kibby some very respectbank, swam over to the fawn and able hills, showing bare ledges on the together they started for the farther side next the water, formed a grand shore, swimming side by side. “But” background for an interesting nearsketched rapidly, the cameras got in tragedy. Slinking along the edge of iheir work and spattering muddy water the ravine, a red fox could be seen in all directions, the pair of beauties approaching the resting place of a legged it away through the woods. brace of grouse who seemed all un

“Fish for supper, eh? Clyde, get busy mindful of his threatening tactics. and we'll soon have a fire going in the “But” put the field-glasses on him and cabin. There's one of the best places watched eagerly for detail, while the on the stream where the water breaks general outline could be plainly seen at the foot of the swift current. It's up by his companions. to Jack to use that new axe on some That supper in prospective looked firewood and when you return with the mighty good to Brother Reynold and finnies, ‘But' will clean them for you. one could almost see his mouth water He likes the job.”

as he gradually drew near and set him“Dying for it and in it, that's a pipe. self for a rush. A long, graceful bound Don't catch onto a whale and fall in to the very edge of the cliff, but just

water after my trip on the broncho.” laugh at the manifest discomfiture of

Twenty minutes later he was down the hunter as he sat back on his on his knees on a big rock in the haunches and gazed, longingly, at the



birds, booming their way down the night over any property in New Engvalley with not so much as the loss of land than the one upon which they a feather. If ever there was a heart- gazed after supper and that is equivabroken fox, he was it.

lent to saying there is none better in "Looks like a big night to me. We the world, for no territory can successhave illustrations enough now to satis- fully dispute New England's claim to fy a man for a month's travel, let alone the best of everything if they have four days. Did you say supper, Harry? tested the question. The evening was I'm just a little hard of hearing when one of those perfectly quiet ones when a man mentions grub. How in the every little sound is magnified many dickens did you cook those fish without times and seems very near when, in a frying pan? Boiled them? Who ever really, it is quite a distance away. heard of that way of dishing them up Sitting on the back porch of the and what do you eat on them?" cabin with pipes alight, no one spoke

"Lots of butter. Boiling them saves for several minutes, the sense of perwashing dishes and I do despise grease. fect peace blotting out all small talk. They're not so bad. Do I beat my Away in the distance a wise old owl wife's cooking?"

hooted, and immediately subsided as “Not you, sweetheart. Mrs. Pierce though ashamed of his silence-breakhas a way of splitting them open and ing. A gentle splash in the stream told frying them flat that beats the world. the tragic tale of a cannibal trout and Never ate such cooking as hers, in the a murdered fly. A soft rustling in the woods or out. If you could find grid- low growth suggested some prowling dle marks on them, you'd swear they child of the forest taking a quiet peek were broiled. That comes of having at those silent figures with the visible a red hot spider before she puts the breath. fish in at all; eh, Harry?”

"Gee, that must have been a big “Camp secrets-can't tell.”

fish,” ejaculated "But.” “I'd like to No one owned a better moonlight get him on the end of a silken line."

"You'd have a picnic, you would. “Another day and they feed without That's no fish, but beaver at work anxiety when a hawk appears after under that bank and there's their taking that one long look. What's the house, see it—that mass of sticks close secret? The first hawk was hungry in shore-looks like a bunch of wreck- and hunting a breakfast. They knew age."

it by instinct. The second was not “Me for a try at a sketch of those hunting food and they knew that. workmen," and crawling on all fours How? You tell. Many a good man to the edge of the bank, the artist will go home skunked this Fall, when slowly craned his neck at the busy we know the country is full of game family scene beneath him. Plainly by the evidence of our own eyes." visible in the moonlight, he was blessed Three days after the return to King with the unusual privilege of seeing the and Bartlett, but one day remained of operations of three beaver, one large the time allotted to this work and plans male, a female and a young one. The were laid to cross the four mile trail father was busily cutting away at a to Big Spencer Lake for a day's try popple log on the beach, the mother at togue, where the big fellows run worked on top of the house and the to a weight of nearly twenty pounds. youngster was gamboling about in Passing Beck Pond, five deer were shallow water, occasionally diving seen at once in the neighborhood of into deeper places for the swim home the trailside spring and two attempts again. Three beautiful specimens with to get them on the run proved aborthose ridiculous tails. The frontis- tive. Sport at the lake was entirely piece of this issue is a faithful repro- satisfactory, but no large game was duction of a very beautiful scene. in sight except at a long distance from

Two days at Kibby Pond Camps, the camp, where two deer swam the located on a high ridge between the narrows. stream and lake, under the protection Toward evening, Maurice produced of the mountain of like name, were a mysterious bundle from his pack and productive of many fine sketches and put together a big jack lamp that when snapshots of deer, which became so lighted threw a strong and steady common that Clyde was led to remark: beam fifty feet across the trail to the “It looks too easy to get game. I've canoes. Busy with a three-handed had chances to shoot a dozen deer game of cribbage, no one noticed his within two days. What'll happen movements until he asked: “Want to when the sportsmen get here in Octo- come for a sneak act on the lake?” ber?"

"To the end of the world and be"At the first crack of a hostile rifle, yond me, bucko, if I could see my in open season, the denizens of the hand before me,” answered “But.” woods know it and when you see them “Something doing in the amen corat all they are likely to be on the ner,” remarked Jack, as he caught a jump. Deer know as well as you do flash of light from the lamp. "Here's when men are out for a killing with the chance of your life to see some the sanction of the law, and realize royal sport. Not a firearm with us, not they must use nature's weapons in even a knife, but if this sketchist will their own defense. Call it what you follow the leading canoe I'll promise will, there is some subtle force in the him some impressions worth putting killing fever that communicates a on paper. Jacking deer at evening is warning to game.

fine fun, as they come down to drink “How often I have seen ducks peace- and they will gaze at the new brand fully feeding until a hawk sailed into of lightning when the light is in their view across the horizon. They lifted eyes, wondering why it does not flash their heads, gazed long at him, rose and go out. In you go and we'll keep rapidly and scurried down the wind at close to shore with not even a whissixty miles an hour.

per from any of us. Sneak your pad

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