Forest and Stream 
VOL. LXXXIII. 
The 
It was toward evening that I was unlimbering 
my strength-capacity upon a rebellious log, which 
I had intentions of dividing so that I might get 
it into the fireplace, that, hearing steps behind, I 
swung on my heels and received my face to face 
introduction to Daniel. Daniel had first of all a 
big, smiling, good-natured, happy-go-lucky face, 
the roundness of which bespoke sunshine, and his 
eyes were half-closed in—silent glee, let us call it. 
“You cutting wood?” he inquired in a quiet, 
unobstrusive manner, while he still kept silently 
laughir" 
“Why m ” I said flicking off stray bits of pers¬ 
piration thq£ had bobbed to view upon my high 
brow. “I m just at present engaged in the task 
of mowing my lawn with a safety-razor; but as 
you see the saw is dull, and I have lost a nut out 
of the steering gear.” 
“O,” said Daniel, grunting out a staccato 
laughter, which was pleasantly, mildly, half- 
timidly mingled with snickers. “I thought you 
was doing something like that because I thought 
I heard you hammering with a hammer away 
down there when I was in the woods.” 
“Don’t you believe it, friend,” I responded, 
smiling wide and brotherly. “Here’s my paw old 
chap, and let me in on your name.” 
“Daniel’s my name,” he responded, and we 
grasped hands. “I live about six miles down the 
line, and I am looking around over the trap¬ 
ping grounds. I trap in the winter you know, 
and hunt a lot. I knew you fellows were here 
so I thought I would come over and see you. 
I got quite far away from home to-night and I 
can’t make it nohow till dark so I thought per¬ 
haps you would let me stay here.” 
“More than glad to have you,” I answered, and 
shouting to Fred, who was making supper: “Hey, 
F ; fitz, make it three plates—and add a quart of 
water to the coffee-pot. And come out and get 
acquainted with a brother nimrod.” 
This was entirely to the utter satisfaction of 
our newly-discovered friend. His young face, 
red and weather-tanned, speaking of innumer¬ 
able days in the open, and of a life spent close 
to the Mother earth, broke into additional win¬ 
ning smiles, especially when the word was passed 
on re the extra plate and the quart whose destina¬ 
tion was the coffee pot. I suspected that Daniel 
bpl an appetite and that epicureanism was a 
topic close to his heart. 
Daniel had with him three dogs of mingled 
varieties; yes, I guess they were varieties. One 
November 14, 1914 
Wood Hollow 
III.—As To The Coming of Daniel 
By Robert Page Lincoln. 
was undeniably a shepherd, another seemed to 
me to be a mingling of Irish Setter and shep¬ 
herd while the third had traces of the foxhound 
written all over him, from the flapping ears to 
the low, stocky build. They were well-behaved 
creatures and held themselves in servile quietude 
close to master Daniel’s feet. 
“The best dogs in the country,” vowed Daniel. 
“I use them to hunt coon, and in the winter I 
often get many red fox.” 
“You mean you can get good coon-hunting 
around here?” I asked, interested, but not more 
so than Fred. 
“Lots of them,” said Daniel, smiling benign- 
antly, the while he fondled lovingly his precious 
single-barrel. “If you fellows like have some 
fine coon hunting, and at night, I will go with 
you and we will have lots of fun. It is time to 
get coon. Many are out now.” 
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“Do we want to go coon hunting,” I ejacu¬ 
lated, simulating utter surprise at the thought 
that anyone should -think different. “Name your 
night, and we will join you more eagerly than 
you may wish.” 
“I go to-night with you fellows, if you care 
to go!” 
“But you are tired,” I suggested; ‘“We have 
been lolling around home this afternoon and are 
ready for anything just now—but say: do you 
really want to go to-night?” 
“I never tired,” said Daniel, who briefened 
bis sentences, often it seemed through -self-con¬ 
sciousness, -and a native shyness that was yet so 
winning—for Daniel had willingness and hon¬ 
esty written all over him. “We start at eight 
o’clock. I show you some fun. Up Tom—up 
Fido—up Nero!” 
Instantly the dogs obeyed, and holding out his 
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