XLVII. 



STRANGE MUSIC IN THE WOODS — A CURIOUS CHARACTER 

 — HIS HISTORY — HOUNDS AFTER DEER — ASLEEP ON 

 THE WATCH — ESCAPE OF THE DEER — EN ROUTE FOR 

 BLUE MOUNTAIN LAKE — RAQUETTE LAKE — A THUN- 

 DER-STORM — A FEARFUL NIGHT ON THE LAKE — COOL 

 RECEPTION BY A BACKWOODSMAN. 



Eaquette Lake, July. 



Dear H : 



Notwithstanding the tremendous tramp of yester- 

 day, the late heavy supper I ate prevented me from 

 having one of those deliriously profound slumbers 

 which are the luxuries of a life in the backwoods. The 

 early light found me in a dozing, dreamy state, from 

 which I was half aroused by what seemed the delicious 

 notes of a French horn. The mellow strains melted 

 away into my dreams, and I fancied that I was back 

 again in the vale of Chamouni, and heard the Alpine 

 horn echoing among the green pasturages of the moun- 



