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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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fisher lad, he knew it all;but deep-sea fishing for profit is onething and sport another. An interest-ing lad was Marvin, though, as a study.For one thing, he believed that the soulsof dead people sometimes went intoanimals. There was one time he saw a rabbit STALKING THE SLIPPERY SEAL 603 sitting not ten paces away. He raisedhis rifle and—somethin about thatrabbit told me not to fire. Perhaps therabbit was a perfectly unpossessed rab-bit. Perhaps the innate sporting in-stinct of the white man whispered thatit was too easy. Whenever he chopped wood, by theway, he had hemorrhages. So he neverchopped wood. An unsympathetic, un- themselves — lighthouse tip touchinglighthouse tip, like a folded cut-outpaper unfolded. Occasionally there was a heavy splashin the fish weirs, telling of a finny tribe(probably pollock) caught in the toilsof the deep-sea toilers. A pair of ducksflew, long-necked, over one of the heads,while the raucous laughter of a pair ofravens came from the woods. A few
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TOO SMART. TOO QUICK. ONLY INDIAN CAN GET. feeling person discovered that his hem-orrhages were merely the nose-bleedingof a healthy youngster. But Marvinrefused to believe it and still steadfastlyeschews wood-chopping. This to introduce friend Marvin. We came out of the woods abruptly.We had reached a great semicirclingbeach looking through two great rockyheads toward the Bay of Fundy. Her-ring Cove was as placid as a mountainlake at dusk and even the great bay wasso mirrorlike that Nova Scotia wasmiraged in air, and two little islands—The Wolves—were topsy-turvy upon minutes before we had passed a thin,fresh-water lake which looked trouty.On the whole, this side of the islandhad the air of a likely place for sport.And just then the air was broken by afaint mew. Cats! said I, with infinite disgust. No. Reckon thats a seal, saidMarvin, as if it really made no differ-ence. I was agog on the instant. Maybe its in the weir, said Mar-vin. Sometimes they get caught likethat. ... It wou

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