SO THE ADIRONDACK. 



hours with their steady strokes, and yet not a tree has 

 fallen. But, look ! now one begins to bend — and 

 hark, crack ! crack ! crash ! crash ! a whole forest 

 seems falling, and a gap is made like the path of a 

 whirlwind. Those choppers worked both down and 

 up the hill, cutting each tree half in two, until they 

 got twenty or more thus partially severed. They 

 did not cut at random, but chose each tree with 

 reference to another. At length a sufficient number 

 being prepared, they felled one that was certain to 

 strike a second that was half-severed, and this a third, 

 and so on, till fifteen or twenty came at once with that 

 tremendous crash to the ground. . Here is labor-sav- 

 ing without machinery. The process is called " driv- 

 ing trees," and it is driving them with a vengeance. 



A day or two since I made an engagement with an 

 Indian to go out at night, deer hunting. "We were 

 sure, he said, of taking one. Having nothing in the 

 meanwhile to do, and the pure air and bright sky 

 tempting a stroll in the solemn woods, I shouldered 

 my rifle and started off. After proceeding about a 

 mile, thinking of anything but game, I was suddenly 

 aroused from my reverie by the spring of a deer just 

 ahead. I looked up, and there, with an arching neck 



