94 Reminiscences of 



mile to a mile and a half in width, with equal open 

 places, in the month of November, over a distance of 

 eleven miles from the foot of the lake where the logging 

 road ended to my camp, that I made a notable excur- 

 sion for deer stalking with Governor William E. Rus- 

 sell and a party of friends to the lake. The election in 

 Massachusetts had just occurred, being the last election 

 of Governor Russell in the State, and at our time of 

 leaving Boston it had not been clearly shown from the 

 returns whether Russell had been elected or not, to 

 which he was somewhat indifferent, for he was fatigued 

 and tired from many election speeches in the Common- 

 wealth, having made from ten to twenty addresses 

 each day for two or three weeks. But the subject was 

 hardly one for discussion during our excursion, and our 

 start-off was a rather sudden one. We had talked 

 about going, but I had little idea of our taking the trip, 

 and was in New York for a few days, preparatory to 

 my departure for California for the winter, when I 

 received a long telegram from the Governor reciting 

 his fatigue from the election work, asking if I would 

 take him to camp for a rest with three or four mutual 

 friends, and if I could not go immediately. 



It required but a few moments' deliberation for me 

 to make up my mind affirmatively, though I had re- 

 turned from the lake but a few days before, where I 

 had been for several months, closing my camp for the 

 season, leaving in charge my usual keeper for the 

 winter, in care of my dogs, and to cut wood and ice for 

 the following year, not expecting to return until the 

 following May for the spring fishing. The ice had 

 commenced to form in places, when I passed down 

 the lake, and I had to break my way through it some 



