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THE MAINE WOODS. 
Penobscot. Just below the mouth of the Lobster we 
found quick water, and the river expanded to twenty or 
thirty rods in width. The moose-tracks were quite nu¬ 
merous and fresh here. We noticed in a great many 
places narrow and well-trodden paths by which they had 
come down to the river, and where they had slid on the 
steep and clayey bank. Their tracks were either close 
to the edge of the stream, those of the calves distinguish¬ 
able from the others, or in shallow water; the holes 
made by their feet in the soft bottom being visible for 
a long time. They were particularly numerous where 
there was a small bay, or pokelogan, as it is called, 
bordered by a strip of meadow, or separated from the 
river by a low peninsula covered with coarse grass, 
wool-grass, etc., wherein they had waded back and forth 
and eaten the pads. We detected the remains of one 
in such a spot. At one place, where we landed to pick 
up a summer duck, which my companion had shot, Joe 
peeled a canoe-birch for bark for his hunting-horn. He 
then asked if we 'were not going to get the other duck, 
for his sharp eyes had seen another fall in the bushes 
a little farther along, and my companion obtained it. 
I now began to notice the bright red berries of the tree- 
cranberry, which grows eight or ten feet high, mingled 
with the alders and cornel along the shore. There was 
less hard wood than at first. 
After proceeding a mile and three quarters below the 
mouth of the Lobster, we reached, about sundown, a 
small island at the head of what Joe called the Moose- 
horn Dead-water, (the Moosehorn, in which he was go¬ 
ing to hunt that night, coming in about three miles 
below,) and on the upper end of this we decided to 
camp. On a point at the lower end lay the carcass of 
