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"I carn't say, mum, whar that oar time—and the first thing he see was 'rig'nated; but I can tell you 'bout an- the gal in the boat out on the river !" other that was found here, in the 'Scog- "And what did he do ?" anxiously gin; and how it came round that a beau- inquired the company of listeners. tiful young lady 'tempted to do a man's - Do? W'y he yelled to her to come work, and—and missed of it, mum." back, o' course. But she looked over
-0, delightful!" responded the ladies, to t’other side, and the other fellow told instanter. “Pray, let's have the story. her to come across-to have courageDo-Mr. Guide."
and all that sort o' thing. But, she was “Well, mum; it was all for love".
a poor cretur, any how," continued the “ So much the better," rejoined the guide, sympathetically, “she couldn't ladies.
do n'ither one thing or t'other! Her "So much the wuss, mum, I think, boat whirled round an' round-veered for her,” said the guide, gravely. off into the mad current--shot down “But, hows'ever, you shall hear.” stream with the rush of waters—struck
“It was on one o' them awful nights a boulder—and went over and over that we have here in the mountains, before the wind and storm !” sometimes ; dark, and stormy, and fear- “ And what became of the young ful to witness—to say nothing of bein' lady ?". caught out in it—that this young woman Drowned, of course — drowned, undertook to run away from her father's mum;" said the guide softly. “Next house, and 'lope with a Canadian that day, in one of the eddies, just like this, her parents didn't fancy.
the paddle was found, and the boat was "He was on the other side of this got five miles below here, badly stove river-jest below the falls—waiting for up. The young woman was never heerd her. They had 'ranged to meet there, of a'gin. It was a awful storm, mumprivately, on this particular night, you certain !" see-and they hadn't calc'lated on any A sigh escaped the lady.listeners to postponement on account o'the weather, this pathetic tale of the Androsyou und'stand. She was to cross over, coggin,” as the party entered the carin her father's boat, and he had horses riage once more, and turned toward the ready on t'other side-just yonder, for Alpine House. instance—for both of them; by w'ich A week after our arrival at Gorham, means they expected to escape, and ar- Mr. Greene proposed that our fishingterwards were to be married.
gear should be brought into requisition ; o Well; he came, and she came. He and after divers and sundry unsuccessful lit a signal on t'other side of the river. efforts, on the part of this gentleman, As I told you before, it was a man's to "show us how to kill trout,” we work-yes, mum, and more—to paddle chanced one morning to meet with Tom a boat 'cross the roarin' stream that Barnett, a fisherman of the old school, night, amidst the white caps. But, who had been bred at the mountains, you see, mum, the young woman wus in and who knew where the speckled dainlove; and so she wus bound to resk it. ties dwelt-ay, every spring and brook She saw the fire-light, and, as her heart and hummock they inhabited-throughjumped into her beautiful throat, she out the entire trouting country. jumped into the canoe-boat, and pushed Tom is a crude specimen of the genus out for the opposite shore, where her homo, but a good-hearted, common-sense Canadian lover 'waited her.”
fellow, whom everybody learns to like. "A brave girl she was, too !” ex. We chanced upon him as he returned claimed the ladies.
from a fishing trip, with a noble string “ Yes, mum; but disobed'ent, you of sparklers in his hands, and we at see. Her father was a keen old mount- once inquired where he obtained them. aineer, and lov'd her. Well, he kep' a And he replied, good-naturedly, "over sharp watch over her movements, and there." suddenly missed her that night. He “ Over there” might seem to Tom 'spected that somethin' was a goin' on, Barnett very clear and intelligible; but, and he happened to run out to the river to Mr. Greene, the locality named was —'cause he'd got an idee runnin' in his altogether unsatisfactory, and the term head that his daughter might commit appeared very inexpressive! suicide, you see ; 'cause she'd been *How long have you been out?” inwild-like, and unmanageable, for some sisted Mr. Greene.
s. Three days," said Tom.
pants of leather, his shirt of buck-skin. “ Three days !” exclaimed Mr. G. His beard and hair were worn au naturel, • How far away ?" I inquired.
and covered his face almost entirely. - Two-and-twenty miles," rejoined He carried an old hog-skin portmanteau, Tom. “ Capital sport, too. Sixty-five upon all his excursions; and a large trout-weigh five-and-forty poun's. One double-barreled pistol in his girdle-to day's fishing—one day out, and one defend himself against bears and other back."
“ varmint," as he wandered about-comThe results of Tom's excursion were pleted the costume of this criginal.” quickly disposed of, at the hotel, and Tom's fishing-rod was always cut Mr. Greene directly entered into negoti. from the nearest sapling upon the ations with the roughly-attired stranger, ground. For bait, he usually shot a in reference to another trip.
partridge en route to his favorite pond Tom Barnett sported a hat that, at or stream. His manner was rude, and some remotely anterior period, might his tout ensemble forbidding to strangers, have been of beaver, but most probably yet his disposition was kindly in the it was a Kossuth, originally. It had extreme ; and, though he knew little of long since seen its hest days—though the courtesies of civilized life, he was,
certainly, in his own way, "a trump”—as brave as a lion, and as hardy and reliable as he was brave. Tom had been reared in the mountain forests. Stalwart in form, and possessed of an iron will, as well as sinews, he felt himself, single handed, a match for the biggest b’ar in Hampshire, and feared neither hardship, weather, beast, nor "human.”
My youthful friend, Mr. Greene, as has been hinted, was resolved upon a fishing excursion. He listened to Tom Barnett's stories of the fabulous numbers of trout he had killed at different times, and arranged with the veteran angler to accompany him, next day, upon is a little jaunt” into the forest — a "pleasant walk," as Tom termed the prospective trip — where the sport would be "extr'onnery fine."
When Mr. G. made his
appearance upon the hotel Tom declared that it was a most excellent piazza, the next morning, he certainly arrangement still-inasmuch as all the was a model of a trouter. His dewater that came in through its dilapi- licate silver-tipt Conroy rod was of dated top ran off through the long-time the latest pattern; his snugly fitting parted seams that gaped at the rim. fishing-frock was a triumph; his pants, His coat (originally a paletot) was a and boots, and gauntlets were uniin"pelter,"' (so he called it) of English peachable ; his chapeau sat light and pilot cloth, and evidently had weathered jauntily upon bis handsome forehead; many a harsh and driving storm, with his creel was ample in length and good-natured Tom inside of it. His breadth; his impériale was faultless; boots were of heavy cow's hide, his and, altogether, he looked remarkably
"How far is it, Tom?" he EI asked, out of breath.
- How fur is what?" rejoined Tom.
“How far to the pond ?"
"Seven mile," replied Barnett. “Come along."
At the end of the third mile, which we made after two hours hard scrabbling, and wearisome toil with hands and feet, Mr. Greene avowed his utter inability to proceed further, and sunk down, disheartened and absolutely " used up” with his exertions.
The dense mass of brush and bushes that were here matted together, and which completely covered the ground the whole distance we traveled, rendered the walking exceedingly laborious, not to speak of the incessant entanglement to which our limbs were subjected, at every other moment, and out of which we were obliged to draw our feet by main strength, at
times. The atmosphere "foine,” and well put up. Indeed, Tom was heated, too, the weather being Barnett himself, when he saw him in quite too warm for comfort, without readiness to start, with a curl on his exertion; and the small trees and numlip pronounced him a "natral cur'os- berless saplings were so closely and
intimately interwoven one with another The fishing-party, of three, took the that, but for the fact that Barnett led up-train of cars, at nine A.M., and, after and beat down the way for us, to a a ride of some fourteen miles, were set considerable extent, we should have down by the roadside. Tom, with his found it impossible to proceed at all. portmanteau and double-barreled pistol; Occasionally, the trunk of some huge Mr. Greene, with his fashionable traps tree, that had fallen in the forest, would and “regimentals ;' and his friend, with obstruct the passage obstinately; and, a well-filled cigar-case, matches, and in one instance, Mr. Greene well nigh sketch-book. Crossing a narrow strip “ yielded up the ghost' as he met with, of meadow, Tom plunged at once into and became entangled beside, a monthe forest beyond-flanked by his fa- strous log, which he finally crossed, vorite dog—and bade us follow.
after the severest struggle, amid the The thick underbrush and briars we painful scarifying of his face and limbs, encountered at every step, rendered our and the destruction of his coat and hat passage exceedingly difficult, though and nether garments. Tom thrust his way along with such I hallooed for Tom, who was constrides as compelled him, at every turn, siderably in advance of us, who put to halt for us to come up. Greene's about and returned. twenty-dollar rod had been ruined, at "Anything happened ?" he asked, the outset, by contact with the scraggy as he reached the spot where I was bushes through which we had been resting. forced, and he panted and blowed like Mr. Greene having come up, now an over-driven harse, at the end of the animadverted rather fervently against first half mile.
scrub-forests in general, and in reference
W Richards to this one in particular, and informed track," as soon as he was able to Mr. Barnett that he could proceed no walk. further; but requested to be shown "It's near five inile to the rail," said out” of that “infernal entanglement” Tom Barnett, quietly, “an' it's on'y forthwith.
two an' a half to the fishing-ground, Tom smiled, uttered some words of young gentleman. Better go for’ard, encouragement, averred that there were after you've rested a wile--hadn't you? a million trout within three miles' dis- Besides, it 'll be night afore we git tance, that this sort of traveling was there, sart'n. An' we must git out o “ mere fun," and we at length moved these woods, sure, afore it's dark.” slowly forward once more.
" Why ?" exclaimed Mr. Greene, We proceeded sluggishly, through suddenly. the tangled briars and dense woods, “Oh, nothin'," said Tom. “Nothin' another mile, when we were forced to in partic'lar. But sometimes there's halt again and recalling our guide, we b'ars round, after dark." sat down to rest a second time-Mr. “Not here, Tom,” said Greene, earnGreene protesting against this sort of estly. o fishing-excursion" in most emphatic "No, not here 'specially, but in the language, and positively declaring that woods, you know. Thar's whar the on no consideration whatever could he b’ars live gen'ally.". now be dissuaded from taking the back “But you are not afraid of bears,
Tom, are you?" insisted Mr. Greene, who accompanied us from Gorham, was feelingly.
heard in the thicket near by, yelling os No, I am not. But they are one most frantically. comfortable customers to young gentle Tom sprang to his feet in an instant, men who arn’t’quainted with their ways, suspecting what might be the cause of you see."
the sudden disturbance; and, examining This kind of inuendo had the desired the cones of his pistol hastily, plunged effect, and Tom had the satisfaction of aside into the wood. seeing Mr. Greene - upon his taps” It seemed the work of but a single once more, an hour later. We trudged moment of time. Tom made for the on through the compact woods again, spot where the dog was barking so furiand, some time before sunset, the trout- ously, and there he found Pompey, yell. ing ground hove in sight, to the north ing at a bear, that stood wedged sternof our starting point.
wise between the boll of a large prostrate " Here we ar', boys !” cried Tom, tree and a huge rock, which formed an exultingly; "an' now for a sit-down. angle, and into which the beast bad Strike a light; let's have a fire at the backed away when the dog discovered clearing yonder, and then a pipe and a him. As Tom reached the side of the quiet snooze till daybreak."
fallen tree-trunk, pistol in hand, he All this was accomplished in a brief saw the condition of affairs, and, withspace of time—that is, the light, the out an instant's hesitation, he “let fly"