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call Glade, just because that is not his name, had 

 been " in " some thirty days. He had got his moose, 

 and was now waiting for a friend of his to come back 

 from another camp, where he had also been for thirty 

 days, but without getting a moose. Glade was, there- 

 fore, " killing time," truly a noble employment for a 

 man weighing some two hundred and fifty pounds and 

 possessed of much of this world's wealth. 



I naturally supposed that he would want the news of 

 the outside world, and so I told him of lively events 

 in the presidential campaign then going on, but he 

 made no passing comment. Even the exciting struggle 

 for leadership in the two great baseball leagues gave 

 him no pleasure, and so I gave up trying to make my- 

 self agreeable to a man who showed by the number of 

 empty whiskey bottles lying around that his present in- 

 terest in life was merely to satisfy his appetite for 

 a strong stimulant. 



We had a fine supper, cooked and served by John, a 

 bright-witted chap, who was dressed in white cap, 

 jacket and trousers. We had cold roast moose meat, 

 with onions, baked beans, apple sauce, baked potatoes 

 and flannel cakes. A few stories were told by the men, 

 and then I turned in for the night at eight o'clock, glad 

 that the rough and exciting journey of forty-five miles 

 " in " was over. 



During the night the rain once more deluged the yet 

 thirsty earth, and at daylight its downcoming was un- 



