246 CRANBERRY LAKE. THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



'shot a deer with a rifle, on tin- full run, and I didn't then. 

 We listened, and in a moment the, deer " whistled " 

 sharply, and by that token I knew I had not broken the 

 letter of the law, and the deer that run a. way, lived to be 

 -hoi al another day. 



I had enough vain iv-ivN that I didn't " bla/.e away' on 

 my own judgment of the proper time to tire, although 

 it was not to have been anticipated thai a deer would 

 depart without the one, customary. "la>t linp-rin.n' look," 

 and, anain, if I had missed a fair, still murk like that, 

 my remorse would have been intolerable, and I never could 

 have told of my lo-,-. A- il \va^. 1 was comforted by the 

 retlection that 1 missed a lla>h of light into which that deer 

 instantly transformed himself. "So much for Buck-ing 

 ham ' " 



For the next half hour or so, we hunted up the river 

 for some stray camp for the night, and found one, the 

 common, open bark-rump. where we landed at eight 

 o'clock P. M., thoroughly tired and desperutch hungry. 

 I had taken more than enough trout for supper, and we 

 were soon rolled up in our blankets, with a roaring tire at 

 our feet, and fast asleep. 



The next morning, we breakfasted on trout, crackers and 

 tea, (not so very bud a breukfust, either, if you have a 

 woodsman's appetite.) loaded our small luggage into the 

 boat, and continued our way up the river. We came upon 

 a party of three or four men in camp, la/ily smoking 

 around their smouldering tire after (I have no doubt) a 

 somewhat heartier breakfast than we had taken. No iulro- 



