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sands at night. As they walk along nipping the pads, 

 the frogs jump off with a 'gulluck.' So when you hear 

 that sound all the time, you may be sure deer are feed- 

 ing there." Well, I thought to myself, live and learn ; 

 I'll make a note of that for future use. After leaving 

 the pond we came to some rapids around which we had 

 to carry our boats. The stream then became shallow 

 and swift, and for a long distance we had to pole our 

 boats, which every few feet bumped against the rocky 

 bottom. After six miles of hard labor, we came to the 

 first of two small lakes that were connected by a short 

 strait. Here a strong fetid odor filled the air, and 

 we knew at once that we were approaching the 

 camp of the two hunters I have before mentioned. 

 The stench arose from the entrails, and perhaps carcasses, 

 of deer they had left on the shore of the lake. As we 

 emerged on the second lake, we saw a boat shoot out 

 from behind a point a little way off, with a single man 

 in it. We hailed him, when he turned his head and 

 for a moment seemed uncertain whether to stop or not. 

 But observing three boats and six men, he seemed to 

 think it best to be civil, and rested on his oars. When 

 we came up, and he found we were after Mud Lake and 

 not him, he at once thawed out, and was very sociable 



