Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-01-16

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: supper. But what say to compromise, and
| try .Roaring- Brook ~ esI rfa5 ~
| EAsreed, Squire agreed 2 -
This little brook, rising back of what is gen.
orally known as Cobble COR Koble's) hill, an
| eminence which would be dignifed as noun
| tain anywhere else, finds its way down to the
Boquet by most preciptous route, and al
| most entirely on bed of naked boulders.-
| Hence its name. 1t has no perpendicular fall,
but its roar can be easily heard in still night
for a mile and a half.
| Every thing seemed in readiness, and all
seated in the wagon, when the quick eye of
the Sheriff detected the absence of an impor-
| tant member of the party.
sAchy, where's Three-Lcgs p
| Little Three-Legs was medium-sized, tan
| colored hound, of full blood, who had been
caught in bear-trap while on the runway,
and had been kept there until from sheer star
| vation, she knawed off her leg and returned to
her master. She had been Archy's particular
pet ever since. He frequently carried her
home in his arms after a long chase. Her
long and beautiful ears, and clean, thin skin
showed the purity of her blood, while her cry,
clear and pure as a trumpet, made her an in
valuable assistant to the other dogs. She
could maintain her position in a short chase
very well, but in long run, the strain on the
| remaining fore-leg was TOO great. Arcby had
| fitted a little leather boot to the shortened
limb to prevent injury by hitting it on the
ground.
sThree-Legs is all safe. 1 wanted to save
her for the run. Wen stop at Newell's for
her.
In picking up the dog, we were but too hap
py to pick up Newell himself. Apol1os Newell,
than whom ne worthier man trod the soil of
old Essex. Many man have 1 heard praise
the integrity of another by saying: ..a 81
sHe's as honest as Apollos Newell
a brisk ride of three miles brought US to
the Intersection of the brook with the river
The horses were taken from the wagon and
tied under spreading beech, and an umbrel-
la spread over mysterious-looking basket in
the wagon, toward which Archy gave nesv4aRd
then most affectionatc look. AbeIs leashed
up the dogs, in which he had some difficulty,
as they were whimpering about in the most ac-
tive manner with their noses to the ground. in
search of "a track and started for the head of
the brook. Tie lun way was from the top Of
the ridge down the stream, crossing If several
times, to its confluence with the Boquet,
thence down said river on the west bank there
Of, Gas the lawyers would say,) for about two
hundred rods, then crossing the river at little
ripple, and then in direct course to East
Mountain.
As it would probably be an hour before a
fresh track could be found, the Sheriff and Ar
chy pulled out their fish-lines, Gu. an ash-pole
from the brook-sde. and tried their skill for
trout. The former threw his line in the deep
pool where the brook Joined the river, and Ar
chy sauntcred up the stream. Meanwhile,
Newell sat with his rife in his lap, listening
for the cry from the hounds. Traqt were not
abundant, and the Sheriff was about giving mp
in despair, when, throwing his hook into the
ripple, it foated gently down to the deep pool
at the bottom, and, 'Heay ems what a bite =
The trout was hooked, but the old fisherman
knew very well it would never do to tug at
him with that line. Having no crecl, it was
not an easy matter to give him his run. 1t
could only be done by leading him up and
down until he tired himself out. A full half
hour was spent in this way, until his trout
ship brought his nose to the surface for relief.
Now he was brought gently to the shore, the
line fastened by stone, and using his old bea-
yer for lading net, he had the proud salts
faction of laying ON the bank two pound
deep-water trout! srss
At this moment he heard halloo from New
ell, seized his prize, and started for the camp.
Arob had cfa tod lafnr VII q
one of the crossings on the brook; SO Newell
was left to try his skill at the point where the
deer should strike the Bouquet, and the Sher-
if took position where the runway crossed
below.
sHark Do you hear that = ,as., :. ifss
1t was splendid chorus! The clear, pure
air of the October morning, nndsturbed By
any other sound save the deep monotone of
Roaring Brook, gave every voice distinct and
ringing as a bell. High and clear above all
came the silvery tones of little Three-Legs.-
Then the deep bay of the mastifI, Ginning we'll
with the shrill yelps of Fly and the young one.
Ihave heardimany quarteites in my time, but
never one that stirred my blood more than this.
eHark again! Was that Abels' rifle OF Ar
cby'sa'
sArchy,s, certainly said I, for had staid
with Newell, to be near the horses. in case of
their being frightened. sAble is further up
Whosoever it was, it had not stopped the
deer, for presently the long bound Of some an
imai was heard in the copse above. Some for
| ty rods further up from US was a brief opening
N the woods, forming beautiful little glade,
with here and fIaro /. EMAIL ,,inn oro,rinq Tt