JACK-SHOOTING IN A FOGGY NIGHT, 169 



pitched their tent, close by the little projection of 

 yellow sand which tlinists itself out into the deep 

 blue waters of the lake. The following mornincc 

 all the guides save the elder Martin started for 

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

 dark Martin, having put everything in order to 

 receive the party, dropped over 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 

 wall 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 

 weU, 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 

 eagerl},'- hail(Hl the opportunity which Martin's 



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