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supper ; for standiu' on the rocks, we got trout enough 

 in a few minutes ; and when the gentlemen woke up, 

 we had 'em ready cooked after the ways of a hunter. 

 The way them trout disappeared from before the York- 

 ers, was a sight to see, Old Pete had two of the finest 

 deer hounds I ever happened to see, — especially an 

 old one that the old man called Eoarer. He was a 

 great tan-colored animal, Avith a broad chest, and a 

 mouth like an oven, with great loose lips hangin' 

 down from his jaws, and ears like an elephant's. His 

 voice was like a trumpet, and the way he'd make the 

 woods ring with his music, was a pleasant thing to 

 hear. These dogs he had taken with him, to show 

 the gentlemen what sport was in the Shatagee 

 country. 



" The next morning we were up by the dawn. 

 Our Yorkers were fresh and fierce for the sights and 

 fun of the woods. Everything around was new to 

 'em. The thousand voices that one hears in the for- 

 est, were things for them to admire and talk about. 

 We concluded to have a chase the first thing in the 

 morning, not to run the deer into the lake, for our 

 canoe was gone, and we couldn't catch 'em there ; so 

 we started to drive the ridges, as we call it. The old 



