"Sufferin' Maria!" exclaimed Bige, 

 "What a lot of pleasure Bill had swallow- 

 ing that kicking, wriggling morsel of 

 food down half a yard of throat." 



BIGE and I had been spending the 

 day at Moose Pond. Going over 

 early in the morning, we went up the 

 river about five miles, then followed the 

 tote-road around the western side of 

 the mountain to an abandoned lumber 

 camp near the pond. This road had not 

 been used for lumber operations for ten 

 years or more, but it still made a good 

 foot path, though to reach our destina- 

 tion it led us a long way around. 



Returning late in the afternoon to 

 Buck Mountain Camp, where we were 

 then staying, we decided to go directly 

 over Moose Mountain, by a shorter 

 route, though the walking through the 

 lumbered section of the woods would 

 be more difficult. In the bottom of 



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