angles in the bed of the stream. We walked therefore 

 through a path in the woods around " Pine Stream 

 Falls" and the " Rocky Rips," and above them was a 

 stretch of " dead water," which ended at the foot of "Fox 

 Hole Rapids." Here we left the canoes again, and took 

 to the road, which runs in a pretty straight direction, 

 while the river makes a great bend off to the right, and 

 the road for the distance of, say a mile and a half, cuts off 

 quite a detour in the river. Just as we entered this road 

 I told my son to walk on ahead very carefully until we 

 came to a piece of burnt land, that I recollected as being 

 quite a feeding ground for deer, as he might get a shot. 

 As he was emerging from the woods on to this burnt land 

 I saw him stop, and take his rifle from under his arm (for 

 it was still pouring rain) aim, and fire. I saw a deer 

 bound away and the youth jumping over burnt timber 

 and scrambling through stunted brush. Again I saw him 

 aim and fire, and I saw the deer drop. Now we were in 

 a pickle ; night was coming on fast and the canoes were 

 away off to the right. The rain was splashing down in 

 torrents. There was no time to wait, so we at once 

 opened the deer and took out the " inwards," cut a 

 sapling with our knives, ran it through the " hocks " of 

 the deer, slung it on our shoulders and started for the 

 road. This road is called a " tote road" by courtesy, 

 and in winter it is much used for hauling supplies on 

 when there is a good depth of snow^ 



In summer and fall it is not much used, and there 

 are rocks upon it, roots upon it, and holes in it, that 

 would shame the "Slough of Despond." It was now 

 dusk, and soon — oh, so soon — it became pitch dark, and 



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