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Updated: May 10, 2025
"If I had a guide, I'd not wait a minute, or if I could recognize the man whenst I viewed him. The constable promised to send a fellow to meet me here, what's his name! yes, Smith, Barton Smith, who will guide us to where he was last glimpsed. I hope to take him alive." he added with an inflection of doubt. Certainly this was a dreary camp-hunt, with all its distasteful sequelae.
It has a spring by it, too, which is a good thing, for drinking this swamp and creek water will make us all sick. I was all through here on a camp-hunt once, and I remember a place on the other side of the river where two big hollow trees stand right together on top of a sort of bluff. About fifty yards further down the river there is a spring, just under the bluff.
For the camp-hunt had already been signalized by divers disasters: the store of loaves in the wagon had been soaked by an inopportune shower; the young mountaineer who had combined the offices of guide and cook was the victim of an accidental discharge of a fowling-piece, receiving a load of bird-shot full in his face.
But when the wedding was over, and I had made up my week of lost sleep, and he and my brother had kept themselves out of the way on a camp-hunt, for my mother to do up her week of house-cleaning, it is here that our story proper begins. As we were leaving the breakfast-table one morning my brother caught my dress-sleeve, and, dropping in the rear of Mr.
And his story proved this, though it was simple enough. He was sojourning in the mountains with some friends on a "camp-hunt," and the previous evening he had chanced to lose his way in the woods. When night and the storm came on, he was perhaps five miles from camp.
Reckless as he was, he realized that the attempt would be fatal. Then came a thought that filled him with dismay, how long was this to last? who would rescue him? He knew that a prolonged absence from home would create no surprise. His mother would only fancy that he had slipped off, as he had often done, to go on a camp-hunt with some other boys. She would not grow uneasy for a week, at least.
I rose from my bed of sickness, cursing the mockery, realizing that indeed: 'The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Some months after my recovery, while I was out on a camp-hunt, you were brought to Le Bocage, and the sight of you made me more vindictive than ever.
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