A story for boys and girls who delight in adventure. Two English bosy with their friend, an American collegian, go into the woods of Maine to hunt deer and moose. But they never kill wantonly or for mere sport--only for food or in self-defence. They study the ways of the great game of the woods, and breathe in health, inspiration and noble thoughts with the odor of the pines and the air of lake and mountain.
unstrung by his recent emotions; and, though he was by no means an imaginative youth, he actually took it into his head half seriously that the whooping, hooting thing was taunting him with making a failure of the jacking business. Without pausing to consider whether the owl would furnish meat for the camp or not, he let fly at him suddenly with his rifle.
The fate of that ghostly, big-eyed creature will be forever one of those mysteries which Neal Farrar would like to solve. Whether the heavy bullet intended for deer laid him open--which is improbable--or whether it didn't, nobody had a chance to discover. Being unused to birch-bark canoes, the sportsman gave a slight lurch aside after he had discharged his leaden messenger of death, startled doubtless by the loud, unexpected echoes which reverberated through the forest after his shot.
"Hold on!" cried Cyrus, trying to avert a ducking by a counter-motion. "You'll tip us over!"
Too late! The birch skiff spun round, rocked crazily for a se