280 FIFTY YEARS A HUNTER AND TRAPPER. 



, light, when a man came to camp, and said that I was suspicioned 

 of being a spy in search of blockaders. I told this man that there 

 could be nothing farther from it, that that would be the last 

 thing I would mix up in, even if I knew of any such business, 

 that I was simply a trapper and had no other business there. 



The man said that he knew that as soon as he heard my name 

 for he had known of me for the past four years, ever since he 

 had been a reader of the H-T-T. This gentleman told me not to 

 worfy, but to stay in my tent a day or two before going out to 

 set my traps, and everything would be all right. I hardly knew 

 what to do, but as it was raining I could not well break camp 

 that night. Five or six men came to camp. Some were those 

 who had been there before, and questioned me as to my business 

 there. But now they were acting entirely different. Now these 

 gentlemen rushed in with hands extended to shake hands and 

 welcome me and offer me any assistance that they were able to 

 give, and nearly all of them offered me a drachm of corn juice. 

 I stayed a few days longer in camp there, and each day friends 

 grew more numerous and corn juice more plentiful. I stayed a 

 day or two and saw that friends were going to be so numerous 

 that it would be next to impossible for me to get out on the trap 

 line for some days at least, so broke camp and pulled for Pennsyl- 

 vania. 



