Tue Aroostook Woops. 
Lael 
ahs 

small elevation and watch the locality for a few moments, 
then walk down to the spot and dress the game. 
The hide is taken off from the forward half down to the 
saddles ; these are then removed, wrapped and tied snug in the 
whole hide, ready for carrying home. The forward part is 
split down, the ribs and shoulders taken and wrapped nicely 
in thin bark, and find their way to the bottom of the lunch 
bag—when we are again en route, now unmindful of our 
talk, or noise, as we go crashing on our steady march, straight 
as we can for camp. 
The wind goes down with the sun as we arrive, and hang 
our venison up in the fir trees, in the coolest, shady, breezy 
spot, and quickly the quiet scene changes about the camp, to 
one very bright and cheery, as the fire is rekindled and blazes 
up brightly. And mixed in, to better help to a fine apprecia- 
tion of the picture, comes anticipation, a jolly good appetite, 
and soon the savory smell of a broiled supper. 
Once more the break of day is announced by the chattering 
squirrels, the ‘* chat, chat,” of our swamp robin, and the first 
little twitterings of our friendly small birds. We turn over 
and rise up at once, as we hear them all calling us, and look 
the situation over, as usual. We see first before us many split 
and dried trout hanging in the smoke, having already a nice 
golden brown. The black kettle with the fry pans, stew pail, 
pans, broiler, dippers, etc., etc., all hanging upon the stubs 
of branches in the trees ; our venison just beyond, and the little 
lady lying still at rest upon the shore, and all is very quiet, as 
we, as yet, have not even a breeze to wave the thin worn dish 
Wipers pinned upon the branches. The lake is as calm as a 
sleeping babe, and close in shore upon it are two of our loons, 
swimming quietly by, leaving wide, wavy wakes behind them 
upon the smooth surface. 
