Sketches of camp life in the wilds of the Aroostook woods, Aroostook County, Maine; fishing, canoeing, camping, shooting and trapping, being true stories of actual life in camp (1892) (14586351089)

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Title: Sketches of camp life in the wilds of the Aroostook woods, Aroostook County, Maine; fishing, canoeing, camping, shooting and trapping, being true stories of actual life in camp
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: West, Charles C
Subjects: Camping Hunting
Publisher: Boston, The New England News Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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ne apprecia-tion of the picture, comes anticipation, a jolly good appetite,and soon the savory smell of a broiled supper. Once more the break of day is announced by the chatteringsquirrels, the chat, chat, of our swamp robin, and the firstlittle twitterings of our friendly small birds. We turn overand rise up at once, as we hear them all calling us, and lookthe situation over, as usual. WTe see first before us many splitand dried trout hanging in the smoke, having already a nicegolden brown. The black kettle with the fry pans, stew pail,pans, broiler, dippers, etc., etc., all hanging upon the stubsof branches in the trees ; our venison just beyond, and the littlelady lying still at rest upon the shore, and all is very quiet, aswe, as yet, have not even a breeze to wave the thin worn dishwipers pinned upon the branches. The lake is as calm as asleeping babe, and close in shore upon it are two of our loons,swimming quietly by, leaving wide, wavy wakes behind themupon the smooth surface.
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AT THE POOL. 316 The Aroostook Woods. THE SHOWERS AT THE POOL. THE tent is pitched beside the stream upon a mossy knoll,The bark canoe turned bottom up and resting on a bole ;The forest warblers cease their song, the squirrels hie away,The clouds entirely hide the sun, tis more like night than day. Een the beechen leaves are still, the pool a mirror quite,When the pearly rain-drops make the dusky waters light;Tinkling on the darkened mirror from the thick and murky air,Till a rainbow and the sunset gives a promise bright and fair. Oh, the morning ! it is charming, for the clouds drift far away,As the merry squirrels in the trees announce the coming day ;Their happy hearts are filled with joy, so gleeful every one,When just above the tallest trees beams forth the glorious sun. The birds fly to its friendly warmth with song of loving cheer,And oer the hills and down the vale it shines upon the deer;Soon every tree and bush and bud are smiling in its light,While all the forest life enjoy