XLII. 



SPECTACLE PONDS — A DEER — CAMPING-PLACE — SEARCH 

 AFTER WATER — HUNTING BY FIRELIGHT — MORNING 

 CHASE AFTER YOUNG LOONS — GUIDES HATE HARD 

 WORK. 



Loon Pond, July 19th. 



My Dear H : 



My last closed as we were about to emerge from the 

 dreary, sluggish, tortuous Bog Eiver. Just as the sun 

 was stooping near the western mountains our boats shot 

 forth on " Spectacle Ponds," as the two lakelets are 

 called, because they lie in the forest like two great spec- 

 tacle glasses, united by a narrow strip of water that an- 

 swers to the bow that rests on the bridge of the nose in 

 a pair of spectacles. Heretofore my guides had known 

 just where to steer to find good camping-ground, for 

 they were familiar with every spring and sheltered nook 

 in the region ; but now they were all at sea (if that 

 metaphor is allowable in the woods), and for once we 



