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water as they used to do, and I saw nothing of game 

 but the white flag of a startled deer as it went bound- 

 ing through the woods at my approach. 



Now the sun was sinking in the west, and a re- 

 turn to the dam was imperative, so a rather hurried 

 walk was taken to the stream, and then by stepping 

 from stone to stone on account of the low water, the 

 mile or so to the resting place for the night was 

 easily made. 



I had anticipated catching some fish for supper in a 

 pool where, in other days, we always could catch 

 enough for our needs, but, alas ! they too were gone, 

 and neither with fly nor bait could one be raised. 

 Three slices of bacon to fry the fish with, some 

 bread, and a box of bouillon capsules was all I had to 

 last three meals, and without the expected fish these 

 would make a slim ration. 



Getting a good big fire going, I ate one of the pieces 

 of bacon, drank a cup of bouillon, made from a capsule, 

 spread out the sleeping bag and like the weary lover 

 who wrote : 



" Weary with toil I haste me to my bed, 

 The dear repose for limbs with travel tired," 



I was soon in the land of nod. But not for long, 

 however. 



A deer was whistling and stamping in the alders 

 across the brook. The fire was burning down and the 



