XLV. 



JACK-HUNTING — THUNDER-STORM IN THE MORNING — 

 FAREWELL TO MUD LAKE — MEET A BEAR — A HUNT- 

 ER'S NOTION OF BAD LUCK — LITTLE TUPPER'S LAKE 

 — STRONG TEA — A DREAMY VOYAGE— CAMP — A LIV- 

 ING PICTURE OF THE WOODS. 



Little Tupper's Lake, July. 



Dear H : 



The gloom and desolation of Mud Lake so weighed 

 on the spirits of all, and the high state of the water 

 having driven the deer away to other feeding grounds, we 

 concluded on the third day to strike our tents and leave 

 for brighter spots. The night previous to leaving I 

 went with John, jack-hunting — not to kill deer, for we 

 had more venison than we could carry away with us, 

 but from curiosity, as we had nothing else to do. We 

 started several, and were amused at the different effect 

 of our light on them. One sneaked away with his tail 



