CHAPTER XXV. 



HEADED TOWARDS HOME THE MARTIN AND SABLE HUNTER 

 HIS CABIN AUTUMNAL SCENERY. 



WE concluded that we would break up our camp in the 

 morning, and drift leisurely back towards civilisation. We 

 had tarried upon this beautiful lake until we had explored 

 its romantic nooks, and we started on our return to our old 

 camping ground at the foot of Round Pond. We had 

 refrained for two days from disturbing the deer, and our 

 supply of fresh venison was entirely exhausted. Just at the 

 outlet of the lake we were leaving, is a little bay, towards 

 the head of which are a great number of boulders, laying 

 around loose, scattered about like haycocks in a meadow, 

 only a great many more to the acre. The water about these 

 boulders is shallow, and the lily-pads and grasses make a 

 luxuriant pasture for the deer. Among these boulders, and 

 concealed by one of them, save when his head was up, was a 

 deer. While he fed we could see nothing of him, but when 

 he raised his head to look around him, that alone was visible 



