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brandy, and told 'im a' was Saunders, 'e knowed me at 

 once, and said quite merry, ' All right now, boys, a' ain't 

 got lost ; see de ole woman again, boys.' 



"A' needn't tell you de trouble we had to get back, as 

 we'd no grub but only brandy ; but a' made a great fire, 

 and was just startin' by myself for a lumber camp some 

 twenty miles back, when the boys, who'd trailed us, came 

 up, an' we got de ole man back to the Bay after takin' a 

 good spell. Ole Noah was sixty-seven when 'e got lost 

 like that, an' 'e was four days and four nights without food 

 or fire, so don't tell me some old 'uns ain't tough, for there 

 most young 'uns would a' gone under. Ole Noah 'e's seventy- 

 three now, but 'e don't do no more rabbit 'untin'." 



It was blowing a full gale all the 25th, but I decided 

 to stop one more day, in the hope of seeing something out 

 of the ordinary. In this I was not disappointed, for though 

 I did not kill an extraordinary head this trip, I got that 

 evening a stag with first-rate antlers, and quite the best I 

 obtained. His capture was almost too easy, for the wind 

 was perfect, and he was just " soakin' " along, smelling where 

 some deer had passed, and not caring for anything in the 

 world. I had been spying and watching all day, and had 

 just gone a few steps to the camp to get a warm up, when 

 a whistle from Jack recalled me. 



" There's a great feller just come out on that little barren 

 between the two 'drokes,'" said Jack, pointing to an open 

 space about a mile away. " He's heading for the main woods, 

 and I know his head's big, for I put the glass on it." 



With this assurance I at once " made tracks," and in 

 ten minutes was creeping over a stony knoll to see if the 

 stag was still heading for the same road. For a few 



