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So saying, he put down his cane, took off his hat, his coat, his waistcoat, his collar, and his cravat and his cuffs; he rolled up his sleeves, he turned up the bottoms of his trousers, and then taking an axe, he set to work. In a few minutes Martin arrived on the scene. "What's up now?" said he. "He's cuttin' wood for his meals," replied Matlack.
"He may not be a tramp," said Matlack, "but he's trampin'. What are you goin' to do about him? Let him stay there?" "What's he doin' now?" asked Sadler. "He's cookin' for those two young men." "Well, they need some one to do it for them, and they didn't want to go to the expense of a guide.
Matlack turned on him with a grim smile. "Didn't you tell me that day you was talkin' to me about the boat that he was a tough sort of a fellow?" "Yes, I did," said the other. "Well," said Matlack, "how did you find that out?" Martin laughed. "I shouldn't wonder," he said, "if we were about square. Well, if you will tell me how you found it out, I will tell you how I did."
Archibald are on a wedding-journey." At this remark Phil Matlack rose suddenly from the tree-trunk and Martin dropped his pipe. Mr. Clyde turned his gaze upon Margery, who thereupon burst out laughing, and then he looked in amazement from Mr. Archibald to Mrs. Archibald and back again. Mrs. Perkenpine sat up very straight and leaned forward, her hands upon her knees.
They had assented because no good reason for declining had presented itself, and because Phil Matlack earnestly urged them to come along and let him show them what a real forest tramp was like. Before his recent talk with Peter Sadler, Phil would not have dared to go out into the woods in company with the bicycle man.
The cabin, with the bark on almost everything, even the furniture, was just what a house in the woods ought to be; and when she entered the little studio, which was nearer allied to the original forest than any other part of the house, she declared that that must be her room, and that living there she would feel almost like a dryad in an oak. "You've camped out before?" said Phil Matlack to Mr.
One of his rules is that people who don't know how to use guns sha'n't shoot in his camps." "But how can he know about the people out here in the woods?" asked Margery. "I tell you, miss," said Matlack, speaking slowly and decisively, "Peter Sadler's ways of knowing things is like gas the kind you burn, I mean.
Perkenpine will be here in a moment; I asked her to come. If Mr. Matlack is not quite ready, can he not postpone what he is doing? I am sure you will all be interested in what I have to say, and I do not want to begin until every one is here." Mr. Archibald saw that she was very much in earnest, and so he sent for the guides, and Clyde went to call Raybold.
Matlack was a good hunter. He could follow all sorts of tracks rabbit tracks, bird tracks, deer tracks, and the tracks of big ungainly shoes and in less than half an hour he had reached a cluster of moss-covered rocks lying some distance back in the woods, and approached by the bed of a now dry stream.
"There's been times," said she, "when you was tellin' the story of the bear cubs and the condensed milk, when I wished I had died when I was younger, or else you had." "Perhaps," said Miss Raybold, in a clear, decisive voice, "Mr. Matlack may know hunting stories that will be new to all of us, but before he begins them I have something which I would like to say." "All right," said Mrs.
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