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Updated: June 20, 2025
Under the guidance of Matlack they swept slowly around the lower end of the lake; they looked over the big untenanted camp-ground there; they stopped for a moment to gaze into the rift in the forest through which ran the stream which connected this lake with another beyond it, and then they rowed homeward, keeping close to the farther shore, so as to avoid the strength of the current.
Are you fond of fishin', ma'am?" "No, indeed," said she; "I dislike it. I think it is cruel and slimy and generally unpleasant." "I expect you'll spend most of your time in the boat," suggested Matlack. "Your husband rows, don't he?" "He doesn't row me," said Mrs. Archibald, with earnestness. "I never go out in a boat except with a regular boatman.
Matlack was seated on his log, and he smoked, while Mrs. Perkenpine sat on the ground, her head thrown back and her arms hugging her knees. "Phil," said she, "that there moon looks to me like an oyster with a candle behind it, and as smooth and slippery as if I could jest swallow it down.
"That's jest it," said she, "and so I ain't sorry you come along, Phil, so's I can tell you some things I've found out about myself. One of them is that I like to lie flat on my back and look up at the leaves of the trees and think about them." "What do you think?" asked Matlack. "I don't think nothin'," said she.
"Would you like a cup of tea, ma'am?" said he. "No, thank you," she answered. "It would seem rather odd to have afternoon tea in the woods, and I really don't care for it." "We can have 'most anything in the woods, ma'am," said Matlack, "that we can have anywhere else, providin' you don't mind what sort of fashion you have it in.
Perkenpine brought me my clothes, she carried away with her all the provisions that had been left there. I supped, it is true, with Miss Raybold, but her appetite is so delicate and her fare so extremely simple that I confidentially acknowledge that I am half starved." During these remarks Matlack had stood quietly gazing at the bishop.
Sadler, and, having found he did not mind, could he have gone to see her mother? Her appetite for her supper departed, and she soon rose and strolled away, and as she strolled the thought came again to her that it was a truly dreadful thing to be a girl. Having received no orders to the contrary, Matlack, with his new assistant, built and lighted the camp-fire.
I am going to leave this camp just as soon as I can pack my things." "And where in the name of thunder are you goin' to?" "I'm going to Sadler's," said Martin. "What for?" "On my own business," was the reply. Matlack looked at him for a moment suspiciously. "Have you got any complaints to make of me?" he said.
It is impossible to imagine a woman of her class whose soul is not set more or less upon domestic affairs. I will instance Mr. Matlack. His nature belongs to the woods and the out-of-door world, and that nature prompts him to cook what he shoots." Mrs. Archibald laughed.
"You've got to have a guide," said he, "and another man to help him, and I think I'll give you Phil Matlack. Phil is an old hand at the business, and if you don't know what you want, he'll tell you. If you are in Phil's hands, you needn't be afraid anything will happen to you. Whatever you want, ask him for it, and ten to one he'll have it, whether it's information or fishhooks.
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