CHAPTER VI. 



Monday morning awoke fresh ;m<l brisk, like a town 

 rousing from a holiday rest. Kverv man of us felt that lie 

 \vas beginning genuine forest life anew. 



"Hoys, I tell you if pays, even up here in the wood-," 

 said Benson, as he stepped out into the bright morning 

 light, "to have Sunday come once a week. Something 

 has turned back the clock or the almanac with me. for I 

 feel a year younger than 1 did Saturday nighl." 



" And I." said the Professor. " feel it in all my nature-- 

 and especially in my wrists and finger-lips that I must 

 again ply my rod. My piscatorial appetite is strong again. 

 I must catch and kill or I perish:" 



"It takes people different way*. I see," said .Johnson, 

 "but I always did feel that after 1 had been in harbor 

 awhile I wanted to up with the anchor again and put out 

 to sea." 



"Well," added the Captain, "why don't you go along, 

 the whole of you, and fish to your heart's content ? only, 1 

 give you fair warning, this venison is to be jerked, and 

 we're about out of provisions, and you can't have the boys 

 with you. Here, Horace, fix up the racks and you jerk 

 I lie venison; and George, you'll have to foot it out to Wil- 

 kinson's and pack in some flour and sugar and some other 



