88 SPORT INDEED 



I weathered through the exercise, but the lumbago 

 didn't. It soon became disgusted at my stubbornness 

 and left me as suddenly as it came. Whither it went 

 I know not, unless in search for the lumbar districts 

 of some passive victim, where it may get in its work 

 undisturbed. 



My trip down the Penobscot Kiver consisted of a 

 glorious run of twenty-one miles. We left the carry 

 at one thirty and reached Chesuncook Lake at eight 

 o'clock. 



Running through Rocky Rips on our way down, 

 we heard two moose wading in the water near the 

 shore. The moon was shining, but the shore was 

 darker where they were than if there had been no 

 moon ; so we couldn't catch even a glimpse of them. 

 Below Pine Stream Falls we heard another of the 

 same sort feeding in the water. We paddled swiftly 

 to where she was feeding (it was a cow-moose), but 

 she heard us and got out of the water in double-quick 

 time, rushing through the woods and crashing through 

 the alders, at the same time giving vent to her alarm 

 in loud trumpetings. 



At Pine Stream Falls it is customary for the 

 " sport " to get out of the canoe and walk through 

 the woods along a well-defined path which follows the 

 stream. I had brought with me a new invention 

 which is something like a music roll in shape and size 

 and fitted with a powerful lens at one end and a 



