1S THe Aroostook Woops. 


bowl along, and looking far ahead and up in our faces, is 
eager to hear the words ‘‘Go find them.” Should he chance 
to see a partridge by the roadside or get the scent of game too 
strong to contain himself, he will fairly beg for his liberty. 
We occasionally let him run and hunt the roadside, while 
passing slowly through long pieces of virgin forest, owned 
and held by the land proprietors for the stumpage, of which 
we remark to the captain sitting beside us: ‘* These forests 
must be a regular mine of wealth to such as you, for while 
you are sleeping even, they are constantly growing, to be cut 
over again and again.” To which he answers: ‘‘’Tis not 
all gold that glitters! forest fires and many obstacles arise, 
that tend to tone down such bright visions of golden dollars.” 
We pick up a few birds as we are driving slowly; the 
horses being used to our shooting merely toss their heads at 
the firing so near them. 
We cross the bridge beneath which the white waters are 
rushing and hastening on their way down, down, never wait- 
ing on the way, always hurrying to reach the sea, coming at 
the first from but a small spring and little trickling stream 
from which we have often drank, far away in the heart of the 
forest. As we rise the hill beyond the bridge we haul up for 
dinner at the hotel, which is the half-way house on our 
journey. Horses nicely rubbed down, stabled and eating 
their oats, we proceed to the dining-hall and endeavor to be 
as handy as the most industrious. After dinner we are not 
really cheered with the outlook; it is now quietly raining, 
with black indications of plenty more to come. We shingle 
our express wagon with the rubber blankets, harness in the 
ponies, on with rubber coats, draw well up the boot around 
us, and dash away for the last farmhouse on the road, ‘‘rain 
