262 CRANBERRY LAKE. THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



tip to tip of its wings, five and a half feet, and, from beak 

 l<> Iocs, four and a half feet, It was a vile smelling wretch, 

 and after being duly inspected at camp nobody had the 

 slightest desire to bring it home as a specimen for the taxi- 

 dermist's skill. 



lint the crowning event of the day occurred in the morn- 

 ing. The Junior and the 'Squire, with a guide, took a 

 boat and left camp for the dam. In a few moments we 

 were all startled by a shot and then a yelling as of a do/en 

 savages. \Ve rushed pell-mell down to the landing. 



Hurrah' Man over-hoard! Hurrah! Hurrah" Man 

 over r r-board! " 



It was the lusty voice of the 'Squire. His arms were beat 

 ing the air like mad. Sei/inn' the small American Hag, 

 which had heretofore lluttered in the bree/e at the landing, 

 he waved that as he shouted, again and again; and the 

 boat was returning to shore. The real hero of the occasion 

 (and the same wasn't the 'Squire) sat quietly in the -tern 

 of the boat, his broad brimmed, drab hat drawn modestly 

 down, and his hand in the water. As they slowly approach 

 ed, there were many speculations as to the occasion of this 

 great uproar of the 'Squire's a matter, it must be explained, 

 of no unusual occurrence, as lie exploded after this fashion 

 on the slightest provocation, especially if there was any fun 

 on hand. The boat, at length, entered the opening through 

 the flood wood and approached our primitive dock, and the 

 mystery was solved; and a pair of buck horns appeared 

 above the surface, firmly grasped by the Junior, the body 

 of the animal being submerged. 



