282 Tue Aroostook Woops. 

you are yet the acknowledged queen of the waters, even thougn 
you must now be carried around their high and rocky ways. 
Even your captain, with his setting pole, is at last barred 
out.” 
‘Rather rough getting along up there, Cap.” 
‘Sure! there is no need to tack up any more signs, forbid- 
ding trespass upon those waters, and as the big frog said to 
Paddy ‘ we better go round.’ Nature’s high stone walls, with 
her hose turned on in full force, we will pay due respect to.” 
The captain swinging the birch over his head, bottom up, 
the carrying piece tied to the middle crossbar to have it bear 
nicely upon his head and shoulders without chafing, he hold- 
ing, balancing and steadying it with his hands grasping the 
side rails, pushes on ahead followed by the crew with a back 
load and the rifles. 
Half way over we stumble in among a covey of ‘‘ Aroostook’s 
fine forestinal (?) roosters and pullets,” and we are very will- 
ing to stop fora rest and a part of the birds. Returning, 
and another trip over, well loaded, completes the carry. We 
are now upon the shore of a handsome little lake. Such a 
pretty, round sheet of water, with well wooded shores, we feel 
we must make a flying trip around a portion of its border. So 
before loading up again we take the canoe, now so light and 
buoyant, and speed swiftly across to the opposite shore, and 
on beside it. At the mouth of a still running brook we see a 
mammoth beaver house, now uninhabited, the signs about it 
showing plain what had become of the beavers, or a part of 
them, as the trappers had left their hunting axe, which we 
found partly imbedded in the ground, thickly coated with rust. 
A number of very old cedar trees that had fallen across the 
brook, long, long since, told us by their much worn down 
