258 CRANBEERY LAKE. — THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



dark, storm-laden sky, while the wind howled and the 

 heaving flood-wood groaned as if in mortal pain. 



Young soon returned and said, "There's hard land close 

 by, with plenty of spruces ; and we might as well move 

 our stutt' up there and fix up, somehow, till this wind goes 

 down, — and may be that's what it will do when the sun 

 goes down or the rain comes. But if it don't, we've got 

 to stay here, — can't tell how long. Anyhow, we shan't 

 starve right off, with plenty of trout and venison in my 

 pack-basket." AVe carried everything up into the woods, 

 to a pleasant sort of forest-ground, a d(;/,en rods, or so, back 

 from the shore. 



" Guess here's a good place to camp," said Young, look- 

 ing up to see whether any dead trees were likely to fall 

 where we stood. " It's going t(; rain beloie long," he 

 added, "and we might as well have a roof, the first thing." 



I was completely exhausted, and threw my.self upon the 

 ground, quite regardless of rain or any other ill that might 

 befall us, — empty, having eaten nothing since an early 

 breakfast, tired out by the long carry and the paddling, 

 overcome by the heat, and I suppose I must admit that the 

 peril and the excitement had wrought a little upon my 

 nerves. 



Young, however, "equal to either fate," proceeded to 

 build an open bark-camp, the growth of which I still had 

 strength enough to watch with interest. He first cut dowm 

 two small trees, made crotches, and thrust them into the 

 ground six feet apart. Upon these he laid a pole, then 

 four poles upon that and the ijround, at the proper angle 



