266 CRANBEKRY LAKE. THE O8WEGATCHIE. 



l I didn't an ijoii ritfr/i ft dull <>//,, r trail.' " 



The Squire shouted, "Gentlemen! I'm vindicated! Drive 

 on, Bnrnham! Good-bye, Cook!" 



lint within an hour, we had brought the 'Squire to the 

 confessional and he admitted that the "boss trout" which 

 the Sheriff and 1 saw him so proudly bearing at Owens'-; 

 Plains, was caught by Cook in Cook's Spring-Hole, thr 

 night before, with a net and that he bought it of Cook 1 

 We were approaching civili/.ation, and the truth-telling 

 instinct of the civili/ed man was moving the 'So; \iire. \Ve 

 never heard, however, what became of Cook's "biler. M 



\\'e reached llerinoii in the evening. re organi/ed our 

 outer man, and once more enjoyed the luxury of clean 

 <heels. Karly the next morning, we looked for the 'Squire 

 to say good-bye, but he was lost again ; and as we rolled 

 out of town, in the stage, a sadly humorous refrain, without 

 rhyme or metre, might have been heard above the rumble 

 of the wheels, conveying to the attentive listener the hit or 

 mation "Oh, the jolly, jolly 'Squire, -he's lost again. 

 he's lost! lost!! lost!!!" 



In due time we reached our home-, and were resolved 

 into our original elements as humble citi/.ens. with, how 

 ever, something of the forest, the tent, the mosquito- 

 <mndge, tar-oil, and Cranberry Lake clininiiLr to us still. 



A few " general observations, " and I relieve the reader 

 who has followed thus far the fortunes of the Cranberry 

 Lake party. 



The weather in the woods was unusually warm, but we 

 had no "reali/ing sense" of the terrible heat outside, until 

 we reached Hermon and the newspaper-. 



