JERKING VENISON. — SHORT SI'PPT.TES. — TRAPS. V;'. 



tilings that Horace will tell j'ou about. You cau go out 

 to-day, and come back to-morrow." 



The morning's fishing was very ^successful, — the trout 

 themselves having apparently shared in the general Mon- 

 day morning enthusiasm, and almost gleefully responding 

 to the fisherman's call. On the whole, Monday was a 

 triumi>h. 



On tlie following day George returned, and gaunt famine 

 — in the form of short supplies — departed by the shortest 

 trail to some less fortunate camp. A single letter had 

 found its way to us, and that, so far as news of the outer 

 world went, was read aloud to the whole party. 



There was rifle-.shooting at a target, this day; and the 

 pal ma was awarded to " the Lemonader," with great good 

 nature, and a tribute to the nerve-steadying effects of the 

 victor's chosen beverage. 



The Neophj'te had, for days, Avearied his brain with plans 

 for capturing some of the rabbit family alive. He longed 

 for the cheering and humanizing influences of a menagerie. 

 The care of a dumb Iteast, he thought, would exert a 

 lilx-ralizing influence on the entire party of fish-slayers. 

 This .day he devoted his finest talents to the construction 

 of two " flgure 4" traps, with which he was wont in boy- 

 hood to entrap the confiding wood-chuck, — alas! some- 

 times, Xo his discomfiture, capturing (a Greek present) the 

 odor-V)earing skuidv. In this contest with ral)bit wit and 

 cunning, he signall}' failed. The cracker-box was too small, 

 the tul), ditto, — and hairs, not hares, were the net result. 

 Besides, chipmunks, — villainous little thieves! — were the 



