6 Tue Aroostook Woops. 

beautiful forests and waters, almost swarming with noble 
game and choice fish, the truly, real elysium of the sports- 
man, 
How few know of you, and, comparatively speaking, how 
very few from the busy cities will ever find time in their 
hurried lives to visit and look upon your prosperous towns, 
thriving villages, rich, productive farms, beautiful forests and 
lakes, and charming scenery. And now, of these lakes and 
streams, these fine old woods, of the game to be found here, 
of their habits, and of our manner of hunting and trapping 
them, I am going to tell you. 
For very many years a resident of Aroostook, I have spent 
much time in the fall and winter months in the big woods, 
because of its delightful scenery, healthy atmosphere, and the 
gratifying opportunity of observing the habits of the wild 
animals and birds. This constant association with nature in 
her virgin beauty, instead of creating the careless oblivion of 
surroundings usually born of familiarity, has increased my 
ardent love for the forest, lake and stream. Wait one 
moment, please. The boy looking over your shoulder must 
be answered. My ears have actually grown larger from eager 
listening for the game. I overheard his whispered remark, 
saying, ‘*I wonder if he really does know all about the 
woods?” No, indeed! and not but just a little bit, and should 
be only too happy to spend more than half the remaining 
years of my life in the wildwoods, enjoying its health-giving 
properties, watching and studying all its beautiful occupants. 
Writing a book is something I never before attempted or 
even thought of, and being well aware that one should learn 
his trade before he can or even should attempt to execute fine 
work, I shall strive to really interest you, and must beg that 
