LIFE IN THE . WOODS 



had encountered such wind while in the bay, 

 some other fellow would have told this story. 



I did not get home until after dark. 

 Supper over, I turned to my note-book, and 

 the record made was a sorry one. Expense 

 three dollars, without a pound of meat that 

 I could eat, or the memory of sport enjoyed, 

 to offset, and besides, I had barely escaped 

 with my life. 



This I thought was due to my love of the 

 gun. There was another waste of time which 

 I laid to the door of the gun. I would feel 

 uneasy mornings, until at last I would com- 

 promise with myself, by thinking that I would 

 go out for two hours, and then certainly re- 

 turn and put away the gun. I am sorry 

 to have to admit that it was usually the gloom 

 of night that sent me back to the cabin. I 

 hardly think that the gun should be held 

 wholly guilty. My love for nature, and the 

 keen enjoyment of finding wild flowers, little 

 wayward brooks, or huge masses of bed rock 

 hid away in the deep recesses of the woods, 

 accounted for much of the time spent. How- 

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