XV. 



A CAMP SCENE IN THE MORNING A SHOT AT AN EAGLE 



A DEER CHASE. 



Long Lake, August 1. 



Dear H : 



My last left us yawning and stretching around our 

 camp fire a little after daylight in the morning, look- 

 ing and feeling stupid and heavy — but a fresh wash 

 in a mountain rill near by restored us to life, while 

 the answers to the inquiries how each other had slept, 

 brought back the merriment that seldom flags in 

 the woods. "Well, R — ffe, how did you sleep?" 

 " Pretty well, only H — kept punching me to keep me 

 off from him." "And how did you sleep, H — ?" 

 " As I'll never sleep again. I was on the lower hill- 

 side, and served as a block to the whole of you. You 

 rolled down against me and wedged me in so tight 

 that I couldn't, with my utmost effort, turn over, to 



