Identifier: sketchesofcampli00west (find matches)
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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white millers onthe wing. Dropping the larger ones, which go sailing down,gaily dancing at the first, over the troubled waters, whenreaching the calm, smooth surface, make a few waltzingmotions and go smoothly down, to disappear from view. After having lunch at the falls, and a restful smoke whilewatching the merry tumbles of the waters on their way downto the pools below, and now and then seeing many a troutjumping high up, only to fall back again, and see a few suc-ceeding, for they stem up some of the weaker currents, get-ting up one step at a time, and are resting there beneath somefriendly rock ; we begin to make ready for the carry, andbundle and strap the cargo all in packs. The graceful little lady who has so bravely faced all thedifficulties on her way, and laughed at the fitful ways of thewinds and the waters, now lies quiet on the shore beneath thefalls, quite subdued by their haughty manner, their many cease-less voices and this rough ascent. Cheer up little lady, for >
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282 The Aroostook Woods. you are vet the acknowledged queen of the waters, even though\u must now be carried around their high and rocky ways.Even your captain, with his setting pole, is at last barredout. Rather rough getting along up there, Cap. Sure ! there is no need to tack up any more signs, forbid-ding trespass upon those waters, and as the big frog said toPaddy we better go round. Natures high stone wralls, withher hose turned on in full force, we will pay due respect to. The captain swinging the birch over his head, bottom up,the carrying piece tied to the middle crossbar to have it bearnicely* upon his head and shoulders without chafing, he hold-ing, balancing and steadying it with his hands grasping theside rails, pushes on ahead followed by the crew with a backload and the rifles. Half way over we stumble in among a covey of Aroostooksline forestinal (?) roosters and pullets, and we are very will-ing to stop for a rest and a part of the birds. Returning,and another

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