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THE MAINE WOODS. 
camp, morning and evening, — sometimes scrambling up 
again in baste when he had forgotten this, and saying 
them with great rapidity. In the course of the day, he 
remarked, not very originally, “ Poor man remember- 
um God more than rich.” 
We soon passed the island where I had camped four 
years before, and I recognized the very spot. The dead 
water, a mile or two below it, the Indian called, Beska 
bekukskishtuk , from the lake Beskabekuk , which empties 
in above. This dead water, he said, was “ a great place 
for moose always.” We saw the grass bent where a 
moose came out the night before, and the Indian said 
that he could smell one as far as he could see him; but, 
he added, that if he should see five or six to-day close 
by canoe, he no shoot ’em. Accordingly, as he was 
the only one of the party who had a gun, or had come 
a-hunting, the moose were safe. 
Just below this, a cat-owl flew heavily over the 
stream, and he, asking if I knew what it was, imitated 
very well the common hoo, hoo , hoo, hoover , hoo, of our 
woods; making a hard, guttural sound, “ Ugh, ugh, ugh, 
— ugh, ugh.” When we passed the Moose-horn, he 
said that it had no name. What Joe Aitteon had 
called Ragmuff, he called Pay tay te quick, and said that 
it meant Burnt Ground Stream. We stopped there, 
where I had stopped before, and I bathed in this tribu¬ 
tary. It was shallow but cold, apparently too cold for 
the Indian, who stood looking on. As we were pushing 
away again, a white-beaked eagle sailed over our heads. 
A reach some miles above Pine Stream, where there 
were several islands, the Indian said was Nonglangyis , 
dead-water. Pine Stream he called Black River, and 
said that its Indian name was Karsaootuk. He could 
go to Caribou Lake that way. 
