3228 Tue Aroostook Woops. 


The Commodore breaks the quiet with the first loud out- 
spoken word of the evening, ‘‘ Let there ‘be light!” and 
quickly piles on the fatty pine, while the crew paddles up to 
the noble game. 
‘¢ Mr. Crew, how are those for horns?” 
eC Superk |? 
‘¢ Short and thick, and as round as an apple,” says the 
Commodore, as the buck rolls over on his side; ‘¢and I 
should recognize you among a dozen of your kind. We 
three have met before, and now you shall be welcome at the 
camp.” 
be Mr Crew.” 
ei Wess sire? 
*¢ Will you please reverse and take this gentleman’s left 
antler?” 
The Commodore now plying the paddle, the buck floating 
easily along beside the canoe, we are soon down upon the 
island just below. Stepping on shore, we make two bright 
fires from the driftwood and our remaining pitchy pine, one 
upon each side of us, to give a nice light for our work. Now 
sliding the buck up the hard, grassy shore, between the fires, 
we proceed to remove its jacket as soon as possible, and 
while it can be done the nicest and the easiest. Our bright 
fires light up the island, quite a piece up and down and across 
the stream, on the shore opposite. The canoe lying beside 
the shore; a rifle leaning out at the stern end; another stand- 
ing within easy reach of the Commodore; the fry pan raised 
high upon stilts in the bow of the canoe, with its black and 
smouldering brands, and the few live coals that the breezes 
fan to a brightness; the gleaming hunting axe lying upon 
the shore —this alone would make a rare picture of a night 
