Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-03-07

Its out of the question:" said I. 1.-The wood is all gone"
 'eFhen shoot off the revolver" she 1 demanded
 That wouldn't do" 1 said, "beeause we might wound the creature and
 make it angry"
 This silenced her for the moment, but there was no more sleep for us that night. Presently 1 threw a fit" of bysterical laughter, during which my wife rose up in her wrath and said:
 You may call this fun, but I've had enough of it. I shall take the first train for home tomorrow morning."
 l knew by the tone of her voice it was no time for fooling, and I went to work in earnest to dispel her fears As soon as daylight came l gathered 1 some wood and built a warm fire, after which we slept quietly for nearly three hours. At eight o'clock 1 got up and had a delightful cup of coffee for my wife when she awoke. While she was drinking it 1 went to a farmhouse near by and succeeded in buying ten cents worth of flour, quart of buttermill and four eggs. I also borrowed an old fashioned iron spider.
 That means pancakes" l said, as came back and saw the inquisitive smile on my wife's face. We had a fine mess of cakes, and a small snowstorm of sugar on each helped them along. Coffee, boiled eggs, fried bread and Saratoga chips completed our menu for the morning. By ten o'clock we had washed and packed our dishes and our two horses were in harness. We were favored again with good weather, but the roads beyond Fort Edward were rather sandy, although there were good side paths most of the way.
 At noon we passed through the city of Glens Falls, and at half past one we had our eyes out for a. camping place. We got permission from farmer whom we passed to pick half dozen ears of corn in the field opposite. He not only consented, but picked them himself, and when he learned that we were about to camp for dinner took us with him to his house near by and in- sisted on our taking & couple of fine l fresh veal steaks and half a dozen new potatoes. He also loaned us a spider, and we made our fire alongside the road opposite his gate. Roasted corn, l boiled potatoes, veal steak, cheese, crackers and coffee were on the bill of 1 fare and were eaten with excellent rel l fsh. We got to Lake George about dusk, and as we were hot and covered with the dust of the country road we hired two bathing suits and diyed into the icy depths of that great crystal l pool at the head of the Hudson. We staid that night at an inexpensive our way north at nine o'clock in the morning. The sun was shining, and the cool mountain air made our work de- light. 1t was Sunday, and as we were passing through the village of Warrens- burg the songs of the worshipers halt | ed us in front of it's little church. We sat on the steps and heard the service windows. We decided to try camping again that night, and an hour before sunset we hung our canvas as before and built our fire we'll up in the moun- tains near Loon lake. While 1 was gathering boughs my wife called to me.
 ."Oh, James, come here quick! There is cat in the tent"
 I returned quickly and peering into our shelter saw a small skunk huddled in the balsam boughs at the rear end of it. I shooed and howled at him and even pol1ed him in persuasive fashion with stick, but the obstinate creature wouldn't budge. 1 whistled and eoaXed for ten minutes and at last in my an- ger decided that I would brain him with a club.
 Be careful, James" my wife shouted. He's going to fly in your face.' The skunk had assumed a singular attitude, but was not afraid of that. l Finally an idea occurred to me. Join- ing my rod, minus the top length, ad- | iusted the reel and line and fixed moose in the end of the latter. Then, removing the canvas cover, stood off a short distance and fshed for the skunk until I had slipped the moose over his head, when I frightened it and literally led him out of camp and down the road in disgrace. At safe dis tanee from camp I cut the line and let him go.
 My wife declared that she would not sleep there, but I assured her that where one saw sknnks there were sure to be no more dangerous animals, and that they were never known to bite anything larger than a chicken. Be- sides it was dark, and we could never make our way to Loon lake through the forest at that time of night. We went to bed with roaring fire at our feet and rested well in spite of our ea< citement.
 But have not space to continue the story of our adventures, and l must content myself with mere outline of the rest of our trip, which covered both sides of Lake Champlain, where we caught all the fish we wanted, and wound through the mountains back to l