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J.L.H.

The Moose Was Now Snorting Like a War-Horse Beneath

Preface

In adding another to the list of storiesbearing on that subject of perennial interestto boys, adventures in camp and on trailamong the woods and lakes of NorthernMaine, one thought has been the inspirationthat led me on.

It is this: To prove to high-mettled lads,American, and English as well, that forestquarters, to be the most jovial quarters onearth, need not be made a shambles. Sensationmay reach its finest pitch, excitement bean unfailing fillip, and fun the leaven whichleavens the camping-trip from start to finish,even though the triumph of killing for triumph'ssake be left out of the play-bill.

"There is a higher sport in preservationthan in destruction," says a veteran hunter,whose forest experiences and descriptionshave in part enriched this story. I commendthe opinion to boy-readers, trusting that theymay become "queer specimen sportsmen,"after the pattern of Cyrus Garst; and find amore entrancing excitement in studying thelive wild things of the forest than in gloatingover a dying tremor, or examining a senselessmass of horn, hide, and hoofs, after thelife-spring which worked the mechanism hasbeen stilled forever.

One other desire has trodden on the heelsof the first: That Young England and YoungAmerica may be inspired with a wish to understandeach other better, to take each otherfrankly and simply for the manhood in each;and that thus misconception and prejudice maydisappear like mists of an old-day dream.

ISABEL HORNIBROOK.

Contents

• Contents
• Chapter I - Jacking For Deer
• Chapter II - A Spill-Out
• Chapter III - Life in a Bark Hut
• Chapter IV - Whither Bound?
• Chapter V - A Coon Hunt
• Chapter VI - After Black Ducks
• Chapter VII - A Forest Guide-Post
• Chapter VIII - Another Camp
• Chapter IX - A Sunday Among the Pines
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