XIV. 



A SPORTING EXCURSION. A FOREST CHASE. THE Music OF TH:I 

 HOUNDS. THE MAN WHO KILLED THE PANTHER AND THE BIO 

 BUCK. 



"We rigged a bush sail and started before a light 

 breeze, for another and larger island two or three 

 miles distant. 



" The way old Pete Meigs and I came to be 

 acquainted," said my guide, as we floated down the 

 lake, " or rather the reason why he took me to his 

 feelins, was this : A great many years ago, two gen- 

 tlemen came from York city to Plattsburgh, to go 

 over to the Shazee, to fish and hunt. I was about 

 eighteen years old then, but I'd grown up by the side 

 of the old man, and though I was a tough specimen 

 for my age, he seemed to think I was a child still. It 

 warn't then as it is now. The clearins had'nt pushed 

 oack the woods, as they've since done, and the State 



