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NOTES OF THE HUNT. 



that Robert forgot, at the last moment, to bring with 

 him a starry banner. But that was not needed 

 amongst us to typify 



The union of lakes — the union of lands — 

 The union of hearts — the union of hands — 

 And the flag of our Union forever. 



And we were free, safe, and at home under either, 

 thank Heaven. There were the white tents, with their 

 weather beaten ** fly," fastened in ship-shape and Bris- 

 tol fashion to frame-works that might withstand the 

 storm. There was the wharf, of hemlock logs; 

 there, too, the partly-hewn pine projecting from the 

 shore, fit to be the mast of some tall admiral, which 

 experience has shown to be the best sort of landing- 

 place. And there the authentic sign-board for such a 

 camp as ours, a deer's carcass, hung from a little cedar. 

 But what was this that filled the foreground of the 

 picture and gave a habitable and domestic look to all 

 the place ? A log shanty ! — I beg pardon, The Club 

 House. Yes, truly, a log cabin, 18x24 feet, with a 

 wing 12 feet by 18 for a kitchen; town-made sashes 

 with real glass in the windows ; a projecting roof on 

 the side fronting the west formmg, with inch boards 

 laid on the ground, a sheltered verandah, on which 

 were chairs of approved New England colors. " Oh ! 

 boys, oh boys." .,:: 



Here, at last, was the realization of Dwight's 

 and Wilbur's planning consultations, of Tom's ugges- 

 tions and Gouldie's labors. Here, as well, was the 

 finish of Wiman's doubts and objections, for the chim- 

 ney did not smoke, the bunks were not stationary, and 

 the structure was chinked up as warmly as need 



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