Birds -- United States; Natural history -- Outdoor books
told us of an English lady, an artist, who had traversed this region
with a single guide, making sketches.
Our packs unslung and the kettle over, our first move was to ascertain
in what state of preservation a certain dug-out might be, which, the
guide averred, he had left moored in the vicinity the summer
before,--for upon this hypothetical dug-out our hopes of venison
rested. After a little searching it was found under the top of a
fallen hemlock, but in a sorry condition. A large piece had been split
out of one end, and a fearful chink was visible nearly to the
water-line. Freed from the tree top, however, and calked with a
little moss, it floated with two aboard, which was quite enough for
our purpose. A jack and an oar were necessary to complete the
arrangement, and before the sun had set our professor of wood-craft
had both in readiness. From a young yellow birch, an oar took shape
with marvelous rapidity--trimmed and smoothed with a neatness almost
fastidious,--no make-shift, but an instrument fitted for the delicate
work it was to perform.
A jack was made with equal skill and speed. A stout staff about three
feet long was placed upright in the bow of the boat, and held to its
place by a horizontal bar, through a hole in which it turned easily: a
half wheel eight or ten inches in diameter, cut from a large chip, was
placed at the top, around which was bent a new section of birch bark,
thus forming a rude semicircular reflector. Three candles placed
within the circle completed the jack. With moss and boughs seats were
arranged--one in the bow for the marksman, and one in the stern for
the oarsman. A meal of frogs and squirrels was a good preparation, and
when darkness came, all were keenly alive to the opportunity it
brought. Though by no means an expert in the use of the gun,--adding
the superlative degree of enthusiasm to only the positive degree of
skill,--yet it seemed tacitly agreed that I should act as marksman,
and kill the deer, if such was to be our luck.
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