208 Tue Aroostook Woops. 


And each are quickly paddling the bark sideways, showing 
us to be of one mind, as we lay the canoe on shore, side on, 
ready and very willing to lay by the paddles for the day, and 
stretch out our legs on shore. 
Our temporary camp is soon coming to order after our 
usual manner, and as it is yet early in the afternoon, we leave 
the captain to finish up the preparations for the night, pick 
up the rifle, and stroll away up the stream. Soon finding 
the old supply road which runs mostly near the stream, but 
occasionally making a little back in the forest, anon the 
stream, comes in sight again, which it follows along beside to 
the next bend in the river, when again it is away in the forest, 
and the stream is bidden adieu for a little way. As we walk 
slowly over the old road we must admit to ourself (but not to 
the captain) that we are always watching for a nice buck; and 
often, as now, leave the grouse, that eye us for a moment, 
and then, with ruffled feathers, to walk slowly away in the 
bushes beside the road. 
How very still the forest is at times, and you notice this 
full more if alone. A faint soughing of the wind in the tree 
tops overhead; the low chirp of the wood robin as you pass 
the dark thicket in which he loves to dwell, are all the sounds 
that here break the lovely quiet. 
Now, my dear reader, say you are to-day, this lovely 
autumn. day, strolling like myself through this gamey forest 
with your rifle, and still hunting for the larger game. You 
have toiled up the ascending ground to the pleasant old 
supply road that runs along the ridge, followed it for awhile, 
stepping down and over the little ravine, crossing the brook 
at the same time, and tasting its cool waters (just what you 
have been wishing for). Then continuing on up again and 
