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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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with loudestpounding upon the tall hollow pine just behind us, then witha laughing squawk, as we turn quickly toward him, fliesaway with long swoops downward for another tree handy by,to repeat and re-echo his merry tattoo. Again our firstdrummer, after waiting a few moments slowly commences,but is soon giving us another exhibition of his quick wingpower upon his breast, clearly conveyed to us by aid of the drylog. Then often from three or four different points in thewood, at this time in the morning, we hear it repeated, whenfinally the drumming all ceases. They have probably nowgone to breakfast, but will again cheer us with more livelydrumming just before sundown, and perhaps (as we have oftenheard them) even late in the night, when the moon is shiningbrightly out, and if we are not sleeping too sound, we may beawakened by some young and amorous fellow, that is not yethalf tired of his newly acquired accomplishment, giving usextra, a free and merry serenade. > r c ooo td c H O w
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5S The Aroostook Woods. AT THE CAMP IN THE WILD WOODS. Tis the last of mild September, now the boys arrive at camp,Each one happy with the prospect of canoeing and the tramp ;All are merry, busy fellows, some are cleaning up the house,Crying woe to every spider, deal the death to every mouse. Soon the lodge is all in order, and, from the sleeping placeThe fragrance of the balsam boughs fills every little space ;The shelves are newly papered and tis clean as one can make,So well pair off after dinner for the ridges, stream and lake. As we dip the purest water from the spring beside the bridge,We hear the Captains chopping echoed loudly oer the ridge;Then he builds the jolly fire outside in open air,While the Doctor peels the onions in the breezes blowing fair. Soon Frank cuts the steak, gets it ready for the wire,While Georgie lays the table far to windward of the fire;Now Jeff brews the coffee, tis so good, before we thinkLike Oliver Twist, we ask for more, Ill take another drink. Mos

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