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twisted hazel shoot, and drops them in his lunch bag, and on 
we tramp following the brook a little farther, then rise, first 
the foot hills, slowly wandering, ever peeping, always listen- 
ing as we go. Often stopping each beside a tree, to look the 
new showings over, knowing our chances are so much de- 
pending upon our seeing the game before it sees us. Up the 
ridge we climb, and stand upon the ‘‘horses back.” And 
here the wind is blowing ‘*Oh, so gaily O!” it is all open 
growth and nearly all of hard woods, pretty well up in the 
air, and if ’twas a warmer day, in early autumn, and before 
the flies were gone, should expect at this time of day, with this 
breeze, to see, or jump a deer, that was here taking his siesta. 
Following along on the top of the ridge, sometimes close 
beside each other, then drifting apart a little, always within 
hearing of the usual signal (a low call of a bird) with the 
wind pretty good nearly all the way, we see many tracks as 
usual, some very freshly made as well as many that are old. 
At last finding we are now running well away from camp, 
and no water showing up so high, we turn and branch off 
down the ridge more toward the lake and tent. Near the foot 
of the ridge we step into some old lumber works, and soon the 
road over which the lumber was hauled. Taking out the 
compass, as the sun has been hidden often through the day, 
and is now behind the clouds, we find the road running favor- 
able, and passing on a piece see the welcome brook, when 
immediately one of us said ‘* Luncheon.” 
And down beside the welcome brook we again prepare it. 
Here, sheltered from the high wind, which is not too warm 
upon the ridges today, we build our very small fire, and find 
again it is cosy to have a cup of tea and a jolly little fire, 
which we make beside the brook, close to a mossy hummock. 
Sitting side by side upon the dry moss, our lunch spread 
