ae THE HIVE OF THE BEE-HUNTER. 
left side of his face is good looking, but the right side 
seems to be under the influence of an invisible air-pump ; 
it looks drawn out of shape; his perpendicular height 
is six feet one inch, but that gives the same idea of his 
length that the diameter gives of the circumference ; 
how long Bob Herring would be if he were drawn 
out, it is impossible to tell. Bobshimself says, that he 
was made on too tall a scale for this world, and that he 
was shoved in like the joints of a telescope,—poor in 
flesh, his enormous bones and joints rattle when he 
moves, and they would no doubt long since have fallen 
apart, but for the enormous tendons that bind them to- 
gether as visibly as a good sized hawser would. 
Such is Bob Herring,—who on a bear hunt will do 
more hard work, crack more jokes, and be more active 
than any man living; sustaining the whole with unflinch- 
ing good humor, never getting angry except when he 
breaks his whiskey-bottle, or has a favorite dog open on 
the wrong trail. 
My first visit to Satan’s Summer Retreat, was pro- 
pitious; my companions were all choice spirits; the 
weather was fine, and Bob Herring inimitable. The 
bustling scene that prefaced the “ striking the camp” 
for night lodgings, was picturesque and animated; a 
long ride brought us to our halting-place, and there was 
great relief in again stepping on the ground. 
Having hoppled our horses, we next proceeded to 
build a fire, which was facilitated by taking advantage 
