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THE MAINE WOODS. 
logged here. The Eastern wood which is sold for fuel 
in Massachusetts all comes from below Bangor. It was 
the pine alone, chiefly the white pine, that had tempted 
any but the hunter to precede us on this route. 
Waite’s farm, thirteen miles from the Point, is an ex¬ 
tensive and elevated clearing, from which we got a fine 
view of the river, rippling and gleaming far beneath us. 
My companions had formerly had a good view of Ktaadn 
and the other mountains here, but to-day it was so smoky 
that we could see nothing of them. We could overlook 
an immense country of uninterrupted forest, stretching 
away up the East Branch toward Canada, on the north 
and northwest, and toward the Aroostook valley on the 
northeast; and imagine what wild life was stirring in its 
midst. Here was quite a field of corn for this region, 
whose peculiar dry scent we perceived a third of a 
mile off, before we saw it. 
Eighteen miles from the Point brought us in sight of 
McCauslin’s, or “ Uncle George’s,” as he was familiarly 
called by my companions, to whom he was well known, 
where we intended to break our long fast. His house 
was in the midst of an extensive clearing of intervale, 
at the mouth of the Little Schoodic Biver, on the op¬ 
posite or north bank of the Penobscot. So we collected 
on a point of the shore, that we might be seen, and fired 
our gun as a signal, which brought out his dogs forth¬ 
with, and thereafter their master, who in due time took 
us across in his batteau. This clearing was bounded 
abruptly, on all sides but the river, by the naked stems 
of the forest, as if you were to cut only a few feet 
square in the midst of a thousand acres of mowing, and 
set down a thimble therein. He had a whole heaven 
and horizon to himself, and the sun seemed to be jour- 
