HUNTING BY TORCHLIGHT. 21 



hills, beneath the cool shades of the brave old trees, 

 to the Chazy. 



We did not wantonly waste the good things of 

 God. In ten minutes we had secured trout enough 

 for our supper and breakfast, and our consciences 

 would permit us to go no further. We returned to 

 our shantee, and having supped, prepared for a differ- 

 ent kind of sport in the evening. The forest abounds 

 with deer, and these animals in the night come to the 

 water to get rid of the insects that torment them, and 

 to feed on the lilies and grasses that grow in the shal- 

 low water near the shore. While thus feeding, you 

 may paddle a canoe, with a light in the bow, literally 

 up to them, provided the light is so arranged that you 

 are behind it in the shade. They will stand gazing 

 fearlessly at the light until the canoe, in some instances, 

 fairly touches them. With a small torch of fatwood 

 in the bow of our dug-out, we shoved from the shore 

 about nine o'clock, in pursuit of deer. We moved 

 slowly and silently along the margin of the lake, my 

 guide seated at the stern of the canoe, and I crouched 

 in the bow, just behind the light, and shaded from it 

 by broad sheets of bark, so arranged that the rays 

 would fall on the forward sight of my rifle. We had 



