XLIII. 



FROGS SHOWING WHERE DEER ARE FEEDING — A HUNT- 

 ER'S CAMP — KILLING A MOOSE — AN EXCITING SCENE 

 — A REVERIE — MUD LAKE — A DESOLATE SCENE — 

 DREARY CAMPING-SPOT — A DEER. 



Mud Lake, July 20th. 



Dear H 



As we passed out of "Loon Pond," and just before 

 we entered the river again on our tedious upward route, 

 John, who could not get over the ill-luck of the night 

 before, remarked as he looked on the lily-pads that 

 fringed the shore : " I tell you, if we had come here last 

 night, as I wanted to, we should have got a deer; I 

 heard the frogs going it strong, and I knew that deer 

 was feeding here." This was the second time he had 

 referred to the croaking of frogs as evidence of deer. It 

 was something new to me, and I asked him what he 

 meant. "Why, you see," said he, "the deer love to 

 feed on the lily-pads on which the frogs sit by thou- 



