WHILE ON THE WAY TO CAMP. 
PAIR of Madamaska ponies, French all over, young, 
A tough, and wiry, with lots of gimp, intelligent, brim- 
ful of fun, as wild as hawks at a yell, or as kind and steady 
as dogs the next moment when they hear your soothing tone 
of voice, had taken the bits between their teeth as they skipped 
over the hill and took the down grade just out of the village. 
‘¢ Shall I hold ’em up hard?” ‘Oh, no! let them have their 
little run to the next rise. ‘You couldn’t get either off his 
feet with a lasso, and they will stop at your: word. Just 
steady them, they are having lots of fun.” The ponies are 
pulling a light but strong express wagon, well packed for a 
hunting and camping trip, over one of the old roads of 
Aroostook, and a sojourn at the camp in the forest beyond. 
The wide, roomy seat is well cushioned with robes and tanned 
skins of our own taking 
g, upon which sits the captain; beside 
him your humble servant is holding a briarwood pipe in one 
hand, an orono match in the other, waiting the slowdown of 
the ponies upon the next rise beyond. Everything that we 
think will be needed for the trip is on board. The spaniel 
sitting in front of us sniffs the air to right and left as we 
