Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-01-16
IFrom the 'sKnickerboeker u
A DEER-HUYT ON THE BoQUET.

A DEER-HUNT ON THE BOQuET.
1t was glorious morning in October. The
first glance of the sun as his rays rested on the
Inountain-tops around the little village of
Elizabethtown, revealed q scene of surprising
beauty. The hill-sides seemed inlaid with
mosaics of most brilliant colors. The frost
king hal touched them with his magic wand,
and autumn stood revealed in her magniffcence.
The bright red tinge of the soft maple, the
deeper and more substantial hue of the oak,
the golden yellow of the beech and the elm,
the pale emerald of the basswood, the fiery
scarlet of the sumach, all these mingled in
wild profusion and interminable variety, while
here and there among them, as if to give re-
newed assurance that spring-time should again
reviyify the earth, stood the unchanging and
brilliant green Of the balsam and the pine. In
the little valley below, the pale grass was crisp
with the white frost, and as the warm rays of
sun rested on the fences and the roofs of the
farm-houses, the sparkling crystals faded
slowly, inch by inch, beneath their power, like
the shadows Of dial, and vanished in tiny
wreaths of vapor. doubt if the world can ex-
hibit richer or more varied display of au-
beth. Hemmed in by a spur of the Adiron-
dack range, whose abrupt and ragged noun
tains surround and seem ready to overwhelm
it, it rests in beauty, like a jewel in the rock,
gathering an added bEilliance from the rough
ncss OF its setting.
what q morning for a scent.' said old Sher-
I'LL, as he stepped from his piazza in the
',bo cJTo and
let's have hunt. Fly would scent track at
forty rods this morning. With such an invi-
tation, to dress and gobble up breakfast was
but brief work.
Go call Archibald and Abels. Tell them to
bring the dogs, and Wen have a great time.'
Now, the said Archibald-John Archibald,
but generally known as 'Archy was The char
acter of the county. In the vi2or and prime
Of his manhood, he possessed many traits of
character to remind one of Cooper's Leather
Stocking An excellent hunter, cool, keen,
and sagacious-lovfng his dog and his gun
more than he did most of his family-like
Misunderstanding, fearing the face of no
man, but unlike him, fearing neither God nor
the devil. He was honest, because it was his
nature to bos SO, and perfectly good tempered,
unless his dog or his rifle were abused; then
his anger and his profanity knew no bounds.
But The over-ruling trait Of his character was
an unbounded love of fun and frolic. OF all
earthly things, he loved q practical joke the
most. Friend or foe, it mattered little to him,
if he could but perpetrate some broad joke,
which should set the crowd in roar at their
expense, he was perfectly happy.
Abels came first, a rather short, thin man;
with cold, gray eye, which never looked you
square in the face, and whose whole counte-
nance indicated the mere hunter for gain.--
Springy and 1.-THE as fox, he had, in the deep
SHOWS of winter, when the crust bears man
on snow-shoes, but deer plunges to the belly
at every jump. chassd on foot, and killed, ma
ny an antleTed buck He brought two dogs,
one half-rnastiff and half-grayhound, not MUCH
on the scent, but capital With other dogs; the
other, beautiful black and white hound :,
whose nose never failed the track.
sWhar ye gwine to hunt p said A5els, in
his peculiar drawl.
Il vote for Little Pond,' answered Arcbv
who now came mp, leading by rope a brown
OOS, Ct III IOatiit anu ii'AeiI 10 SpeQCt
his strength in chasing the few remaining yell
low birds as any thing else. The Sheriff de-
clared for Simpsons as easier of access, and
likely to prove a shorter,run.
sYees, and have your deer shute the run,
and take to Beaver Meadow alders. Squire,
there amt dog in town can follow track in
TO 'em.'
Archy insisted on Little Pond, if the deer
took to water, the boats made him sure.
Beside the trout, you know 30
sAh L see You don't mean to be balsed Of a