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ger at me as I sat upon the log. The manner in 

 which he pointed me out to his companion, for 

 some reason or other, gave me an uncomfortable 

 sensation, so I hastily arose from the log and 

 waved my cap. The only effect this had was to 

 increase greatly the excitement in the canoe, 

 and when the man in the stern reached for his 

 rifle I ran down to the water's edge and shouted. 

 At that both men took up their paddles and con- 

 tinued their journey. 



I am not a vain man and my physical ap'pear- 

 ance occupies a small part of my attention, but 

 since that incident, what little vanity I had has 

 disappeared. I afterwards learned that the occu- 

 pants of the canoe were 



A GUMMER AND A LUNGER 



the gummer being a man who spends his time in 

 collecting spruce gum for the market and a lunger 

 a man with defective lungs who has been ordered 

 to the woods by his physician. The season was 

 closed for moose, but open for deer and the game 

 marshal at that time was somewhere in the neigh- 

 borhood. It seems that the gummer in the bow of 

 the canoe when he caught sight of me, exclaimed, 

 "There is a moose!" while the lunger declared 

 that I was a deer; if the gummer had not been so 

 positive that I was a moose and the game marshal 

 had not been known to be near by, this story would 

 never have been told, and maybe if I had not run 

 down to the water front and shouted the game 



