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THE MAINE WOODS. 
powder-horn with the other, and pouring into it a charge 
or two of powder, stirred it up with his finger, and drank 
it off. This was all he took to-day after breakfast beside 
his tea. 
To save the trouble of pitching our tent, when we 
had secured our stores from wandering dogs, we camped 
in the solitary half-open barn near the bank, with the 
permission of the owner, lying on new-mown hay four 
feet deep. The fragrance of the hay, in which many 
ferns, &c. were mingled, was agreeable, though it was 
quite alive with grasshoppers which you could hear 
crawling through it. This served to graduate our ap¬ 
proach to houses and feather-beds. In the night some 
large bird, probably an owl, flitted through over our 
heads, and very early in the morning we were awakened 
by the twittering of swallows which had their nests there. 
Monday, August 3. 
We started early before breakfast, the Indian being 
considerably better, and soon glided by Lincoln, and after 
another long and handsome lake-like reach, we stopped 
to breakfast on the west shore, two or three miles below 
this town. 
We frequently passed Indian Islands with their small 
houses on them. The Governor, Aitteon, lives in one of 
them, in Lincoln. 
The Penobscot Indians seem to be more social, even, 
than the whites. Ever and anon in the deepest wilder¬ 
ness of Maine you come to the log-hut of a Yankee or 
Canada settler, but a Penobscot never takes up his resi¬ 
dence in such a solitude. They are not even scattered 
about on their islands in the Penobscot, which are all 
within the settlements, but gathered together on two or 
