262 THe Aroostook Woops. 

‘‘Ahem, I forgot to pick you a bouquet of cow lilies before 
starting.” 
Coming now to swift running water the captain lays aside 
his paddle, takes the pole, and as the steel point clinks upon 
the rocky bottom, the little lady raises her head slightly and 
goes leaping up between the rocks and over the rapid water 
in a style that is the admiration of the whole crew, and as our 
praises are poured out to the worthy captain rather volumi- 
nously, we are promised, much to our disgust, that he will 
teach us how to do it all alone by ourself, while he prome- 
nades the shore and gives directions. 
Occasionally, in the bow end the crew makes a display of 
wonderful aptness, by quickly pushing his paddle between the 
bow of the bark and an ugly, jagged rock, but finds it seldom 
necessary. Yet the one in the bow should be in readiness and 
quick at times to fill his place. 
Wishing to straighten out a bit, and lighten up the bow end 
of the canoe, we step ashore, leaving the captain to pole up a 
long piece of shoal, though quick water, by himself. Rising 
the ridge running parallel with the river I travel along toward 
the top of it, in hopes of seeing some of the gentlemen that 
carry upon their heads a nice set of anflers, as they frequently 
leave their tracks along beside the shore. 
Perhaps at this moment I am even now passing by an ele- 
gant buck, with beautiful horns, just a little out of sight yet, 
seeing nothing of him, while he is quietly looking me over 
through the trees; and after I have passed stands perfectly 
still, or takes just one step, with raised head and wondering 
eyes, thinking what manner of beast is this now walking by. 
Does some one remark they do not reason or think? Surely I 
have seen them when they thought to get away quick was the 
