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allies of the rabbits, and sprung the traps. But at last a 

 little chap ran into our hut, and him we caught and con- 

 lined in a bark-cage.' then and there made. 



So did we beguile the hours of the afternoon and 

 evening. 



So did not, however. Horace; for he hovered around the 

 rack where the sliced deer meat was slowly drying and 

 smoking over the tire he had built under it, and. after cur- 

 ing it to a turn, stored it away to be carried out of the 

 woods as a wonderful product of wood-man's skill, to be 

 shown and nibbled and pronounced delicious after it was 

 explained that it was jerked" venison. 



Theda\- went on, and we found renewed pleasures in 

 the old employments and sports. There were the rowing, 

 the fishing, the bathing, the rifle-shooting, always, and we 

 invented new diversions and enjoyment- almost daily. 

 -mall and unimportant to -peak of. but wonderfully 

 important to be done and enjoyed. ANY had our terri tic- 

 thunderstorms, depositing floods of water, rather too fre- 

 quently, but they were always so grand, that if we got a 

 wetting there was no grumbling. it spoiled no clothing 

 and broke no bu-ine--^ engagement. The fishing was all 

 that our more ardent fishermen desired; and there was 

 something for every taste and fancy and desire. Even the 

 screams of the owls by night and those other sounds, a- 

 of human agony that once we heard, brought something 

 to us.. 



At last, there came an evening our last in our woodland 

 home when we rowed out on the beautiful lake to say our 



