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Title: Rod and gun
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Canadian Forestry Association
Subjects: Fishing Hunting Outdoor life
Publisher: Beaconsfield, Que. (etc.) Rod and Gun Pub. Co. (etc.)
Contributing Library: Gerstein - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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the house inwhich the beds were situated. A reubeband at a circus would be the nearest ap-proach to a description of the discords—here a tenor, over there in another cor-nera bass, and at various places through-out the house sounds resembling a trom-bone, or a tin whistle, all helped to swellthe discord—and I was told in the morn-ing that I made more noise than all theothers combined. At six a. m. all reported for breakfast,and after having provided a lunch to takewith us, trappings were soon strappedon and before it was yet daylight wewere wending our way by the windingtrail through the woods to our silentrunways. The air was still and frostyand the smart walk soon warmed us up.As we reached our tent on the top of thebig hill, we were glad to lean our rillesagainst a tree and rest a minute, as wearranged our plans for the day. Bill, Alf and myself were detailed toproceed to the lake, and as Bill had been-there the previous season, he volunteeredto place us on the runways. When we
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TROPHIK.-> or THE HINT GAINED BV MEMBERS OF THE WEXTWORTH HUNT CLUB. reached the lake, the sight was grand,—the water as clear as cr\ stal and smoothas glass, extending half a mile to theeast, and a quarter of a mile across,surrounded by a border of pines, richlytinted on their lofty tops by the goldenglow of the morning sun. Not a soundbroke the stillness, save the shriek of alonely loon, that gaily glided to and fro,taking an occasional dive to secure aspeckled beauty for its morning meal,totally unconscious of our presence. Thetemptation to take a shot was hard toovercome but we were after bigger gameand did not care to spoil our chances. We were not long in taking our posi-tions. We first left Alf. on the shoreclose to an old skidway. After wishinghim all kinds of luck. Bill and I decidedthat I should walk up the shore througha dense thicket to a projecting point onthe shore about three hundred yards fur-ther up. Bill had unearthed an old log,dugout from amongst a pile o( dri

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