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age; was large, compact and strong; had a face which 

 nature intended for that of a general, and as honest as the 

 sun, and a quiet, self -respectful, sensible way of talking 

 which won my heart from the first. "Graves is right," 

 thought I; " this is just the man for me,— he's got a head, 

 as well as a good body and strong arms. " And I never had 

 occasion to change my opinion. 



Phelps provided a pair of horses, wagon and driver; and 

 after a substantial breakfast we set out on our way to "Old 

 Forge " at the foot of the Fulton Chain of lakes, twenty-six 

 and a half miles distant. To Moose River village, or Law 

 rence's, twelve and a half miles,— a little settlement in the 

 woods clustered about the large tannery there established 

 —the road was quite fair. Here we dined, and after an 

 hour or more resumed our journey, but in quite a different 

 manner. We left our wagon,— for it was useless beyond 

 this point; our horses were made to swim across Moose 

 River, which is here quite a broad stream ; we were ferried 

 over, and on the further shore we prepared for the serious 

 and hard work of the trip. All our luggage, except rods 

 and ritles, was piled, packed and strapped on the back of 

 one horse, while the other was saddled for Ned and myself 

 to ride alternately. 



And while we are lying on the grass, in the shade of a 

 Avild cherry tree, and the driver and John are carefully 

 arranging the load on the pack-horse, I am sure it will be 

 of interest to the practical sportsman if I describe in detail 

 what we took to the woods: 



First.— X rubl)er "navy-bag," containing extra clothes 



