Identifier: throughwildsreco00farrrich (find matches)
Title: Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Farrar, Charles Alden John, d. 1893
Subjects: New Hampshire -- Description and travel Maine -- Description and travel
Publisher: Boston, Estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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Fred could not makeit out. Hesitating about firing, for he did not wish to unneces-sarily alarm his companions, the fearful note of the screech-owlsounded on the stillness of the night once more, and involuntarilyhe jumped and shouted, the rifle going off at random. Thenhe heard a crashing in the underbrush, and the sleepers againturned out with alarmed inqiiiries. Have you shot another wildcat? asked George. Youfellows seem bound to keep me awake all night. No. I heard a noise in the woods opposite, and I stoodon the watch to see what it was, when that infernal owl gaveone of his confounded screeches again, and it startled me so that THROUGH THE WILDS. i6i I jumped, and the rifle went off without any intention of firing-on my part, and something, I should say a large animal by thesound, went crashing away through the bushes. I have half amind to pepper away at that owl till I kill him, and the Parsono-azed up threateningly at the pine, whose thick upper branchesyet concealed the owl.
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A NIGHT ALARM. Nonsense ! Let the bird alone. Hes only a little sociable,returned George, winking at Ned. Too sociable by half, grumbled Fred; but It is one oclock,so, Dick Burton, you can take your turn with the owl. And see, said George, as the boys lay down again, if youcan get through your watch without waking everybody up. Weare getting nothing but cat-naps, any of us, and we shall all l62 THROUGH THE WILDS. be as sleepy to-morrow as our friend the owl, who is undoubtedlywondering what kind of a racket we are carrying on down here. For an hour Dick, who was a regular sleepy-head, resorted tovarious devices to keep awake, and as he would occasionallycatch himself nodding, would get up and stir the fire, and wishthe owl would screech again, if for nothing more than to keephim awake. Sitting down again, after a few moments pacingbefore the camp, he began to nod, and in a few moments morehe was sound asleep, and snoring like a major. And soon hisrestless brain began to work, and he d

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