The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-03-16
Jump a rattlesnake."

With this last, | said, that will
do about the snakes, else they will
be crawling all over us tonight.
Just at this point | would re-
mark that Mr.. Browning has in
herited to great degree his grand
fathers love for hunting, fishing,
roaming through the forests and
living at night by the camp fires.
With every fall and spring, often
accompanied by his son "Dick, "
he will make expeditions to Mead
ow and other mountains, where he
will camp out for one and two
weeks, enjoying the rare pheasant
and turkey hunting and lie in wait
for deer. And, while as l have
said the latter are not now so plenty,
the fall before he brought down two.
"Dick," who, up to that time
had not taken his first deer, had
the previous season bagged over 60
pheasants. He has splendid set
ter of the best breed. l never be-
fore saw such devotion between
master and dog, Where one was
there you would find the other.
They seemed il.separable, and as l
saw this devoted animal afterward
at his home following closely at
his heels, even to his room at night,
those lines of Byron rushed to nv
mind:
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend.
The first to welcome, fol- emost to defend;
Whose honest heart is still his masters own,
Who labors. fights. lives. breaths for him
alone.
About 8 o'clock additional wood
is placed upon the fire, when all
make for the shanty, and in a few
minutes silence reigns over the en-
campment-silence and sleep!
Few men can sleep late in the
forest, especially among those lit
tie accustomed to a "lodge in some
vast wilderness. :" The change
from the solemn dirge of the nj ght
to the gay, joyous song of the morn
ing, as note after note chimes in to
welcome the rising dav, is too ex-
hilarating to allow of the continu-
ance of slum Der.
Indeed, it is In the early morn
ing that one most enjoys stay IN
the mountains. Everything is so
fresh, the atmosphere so loaded
with intoxicating odors of the wood,
so pure and lnvlgorating, as to
make the old feel young and the
young strong. The trees appear
brighter, the flowers have a richer
hue and the birds far sweeter notes.
Surrounded by such influences,
after a meal to which | had done
ample justice, | was seated under a
tree at the spring specializing upon
how much | had seen and enjoyed
during my visit, when MIR. Brown
ing approached me, SAYING:
THE trout is the sweetest fish
that swlms. l would unjolnt my
rod and capture a few for you so
that you might judge for yonrselt,
but it would be a bad example for
me to set for those around. We're
| to do so others, perhaps, would
say: We'll. if Browning can VIC,
late the law we can do the same.
In August, Governor Brown with
his family were stopping at Deer
Park, learning that Mrs. Brown
was quite unwell, | caught few
and sent them over to her.
"If you feel like walking we will
take walk to the 'Narrows
Glades, another one of GRANDPA
theirs fayorite places for camping,
thence to tue farm of an old friend.
| am satisfied that you will be
pleased with this visit. After our
return we will drive into Oakland. )"
Following the creek few yards
from its banks and through
rather dense piece Of woods for
half a mile, we entered prominent
group of tall pine trees, which
stood dreaming in the balmy quiet
of the now noontide, where the
rudy gold sunbeams, brooding
upon the vast green roof, found an
entrance here and there and shot
through many tiny aperature in
long, tremulous shafts of powderly
light.
The low, deep murmur which is
never wholly hushed in pine wood,
even at the stillest seasons, rose fit
fully in soft swells of plaintlve re-
monstrance or half Gliding caress,
and died away into a silence broken
again by some fuller tones of deeper
meaning, limiting vaguely of epic
granduer, the unrevealed glory of
which moaned itself gradually Into
a vet more mistic stiffness, only to
wake again and again and cast an
unspeakably soothing charm upon
the rambler along its gloomy aisles.
Not far frovn Tho n1ro ~ H.