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feeding, about two hundred yards away. The wind 

 being in my favour, I stalked my game, and a shot 

 from my Winchester gave me an ample supply of 

 meat. 



The Aveather by this time had grown threatening ; 

 Katahdin was entirely hidden from view by the 

 heavy rain-foreboding clouds, so I decided to camp 

 and make ready for a wet night — one of the most 

 unpleasant of things when one has but a small 

 sleeping tent only three feet in height. No sooner 

 had I landed my effects than the rain began. The 

 tent was pitched, a bed of balsam hastily made, 

 and by this time the rain was coming down in 

 torrents. A fire had to be started, which under 

 these conditions was not an easy task, but thanks 

 to that ever useful article, birch bark, which burns 

 readily, no matter how wet it may be, I was able 

 to make a cheerful fire and cook some chops from 

 that yearling deer. 



The next few days were spent in exploring the 

 surrounding country and in making photographs 

 of the various kinds of woodland. One part struck 

 me as being extremely fine and unusual. The 

 ground was a mass of huge boulders piled up one 

 against the other ; these were entirely covered with 

 a thick coating of moss, which in some places was 

 rich green, and in others almost white, as though 

 with age. Beneath this velvety carpet the water 

 could be heard, many feet below the surface, 

 seeking a path between the rocks. In one place I 

 managed to obtain some to drink, but though icy- 

 cold it was strongly impregnated with the taste of 

 the cedar, and therefore not palatable. The cedars 



