JACK-SHOOTING IN A FOGGY NIGHT. 169 



! ched their tent, close by the little projection of 

 !low sand which thrusts itself out into the deep 

 iluo waters of the lake. The following morning 

 M the guides save the elder Martin started for 

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

 rk Martin, having put everything in order to 

 eive the party, dropped over to our lodge, in 

 (' door of which John and I were sitting, smok- 

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

 \\ ill in the woods. 

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

 1 )pose you have all your arrangements made for 

 tno party to-morrow." 



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



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



l>uck hanging by his gambrels when they come 



lling in. It would please Mr. Schack mighty 



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



iue over here to see if you didn'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 



1 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 



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