JACK-SHOOimG IN A FOGGY NIGHT. 169 



pitched their tent, close by the little projection of 

 yellow sand which thrusts itself out into the deep 

 blue waters of the lake. The following mornino: 

 all the guides save the elder Martin started for 

 Arnold's, leaving him to keep camp. Soon after 

 dark Martin, having put everything in order to 

 receive the party, dropped OA^er to our lodge, in 

 the door of which John and I were sitting, smok- 

 ing our pipes, and chatting of this or that, as men 

 will in the woods. 



" Well," said I to Martin, as he came up, " I 

 suppose you have all your arrangements made for 

 the party to-morrow." 



" Yes," returned he. " I don't know as I can do 

 much more ; only I do wish I could have a big 

 buck hanging by his gambrels when they come 

 pulling in. It would please Mr. Schack mighty 

 well, I tell you. The fact is," he continued, " I 

 came over here to see if you did n't want to go 

 out to-night with your jack. We might take a 

 short stretch up Marion Eiver there, and I think 

 find a venison without much trouble." Of course 

 I was ready to go. Indeed, I was exceedingly 

 glad of the chance. The fact is, one deer a week 

 was all John and I could manage to dispose of; 

 and as I never permit myself to shoot more than 

 the camp can eat or give away, and as no parties 

 had as yet come in, I had very little sport, and 

 eagerly hailed the opportunity which Martin's 



