CHAPTER VI. 



Monday morning awoke fresh and brisk, like a town 

 rousing from a holiday rest. Every man of ns felt that he 

 was beginning genuine forest-life anew\ 



" Boj's, I tell you it pays, even up here in the woods," 

 said Benson, as he stepped out into the bright morning 

 light, "to have Sunday come once a week. Something 

 has turned back the clock or the almanac with me, for I 

 feel a year younger than I did Saturday night." 



" And I," said the Professor, "feel it in all my nature — 

 and especially in my wrists and tinger-tips — that I must 

 again ply my rod. My piscatorial appetite is strong again. 

 I must catch and kill — or 1 perish!" 



" It takes people ditferent ways, I see," said Johnson, 

 "but I always did feel that after I had been in harbor 

 awhile I wanted to up with the anchor again and put out 

 to sea." 



" Well," added the Captain, "why don't you go along, 

 the whole of 3'ou, and fish to your heart's content?— only, I 

 give you fair warning, this venison is to be jerked, and 

 we're about out of provisions, aiid you can't have the boys 

 with you. — Here, Horace, fix up the racks and you jerk 

 the venison; and George, you'll have to foot it out to Wil- 

 kinson's and pack in some tlour and sugar and some other 



