310 THE Aroostook Woops. 

‘¢Cruel sarcasm! what have I ever done to you?” 
‘‘Giving me time to draw in a good, long, breath; then 
with tightly-compressed lips, after two heavy sighs, I am half 
ready.” 
fc Oh- shucks! 
** Well, who’s a doin’ this shootin’ ?” 
‘¢ Fire away.” 
‘¢ Now, with the elbow of my left arm, a hugger by prac- 
tice”? — 
“Good! too true. Itatohal” 
‘¢Pressed hard upon my thumping heart, take a good, long 
aim, shut both eyes, yank hard upon the trigger, and, pro- 
vided the sun is on our back, and the wind is with us, the 
bullet always gets there, somewhere.” 
Ahoy, the camp! Here we are, just in time for supper, 
and with a splendid appetite. 
The next morning proving windy, as had been the night all 
through, the Commodore suggests another trip upon the high 
ridges. So we put up the luncheon, and this with the tin 
dippers, and the nearly always requisite tea pail, are snugly 
packed in the two bushel seamless bag. Then for fear of 
harm coming to the little lady, we remove her to rest more 
safe and easily, lying upon a knoll and a down spruce beneath 
the evergreens, with her nose just peeping out over the jolly 
running waves. Extinguish our fire, button snug the tent, 
pick up the rifles and hunting axe, while the Commodore 
throws the lunch bag over his right shoulder, gathers up the 
mouth of it, raises the weight high up as possible, passes the 
strap (which is made fast to the left corner of the bottom) 
under his left arm up to the gathered together mouth in front 
of him, and fastens it there, by taking one round turn and one 
