The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-09-14

water makes its way over con
tinuOus rocky bed. At places
the current is swift; it is in these
e currents and in the deep eddies
, and around the large bOulders of
, immense rock where the bass are
captured
| with our canvas tent arranged
f and our beds provided for the
| night, my companions divided,
} part going up the country, the
. others down. | remained at the
2 camp. | appreciated the fact
that l would not have to go far
before | might be attacked by a
} venomous rattlesnake, and this
= realization afforded no pleasant
outlook for me.
Whilst the shades of evening
were deepening and falling down
the sides of the mountains like
= death-shadeS creeping over an
! old mans soul, and as the even
ing star had gone upon its watch,
all returned. The camp fire was
kindled and soon such woodland
banquet these mountain men wit
messed. The menu consisted of
coffee, biscuit and bread, butter.
fried and boiled chicken, honey.
jellieS, pies, chocolate, cakes and
apples.
with supper over, the veil of
night drawn, an hour was spent
III pleasant conversation AS |
sat a silent listener | could but
think how weak are words to
PANT a picture such as met NV
latyes. An artists brush might
r nn'iepict the blue sky, the golden
the old grey church,
yeihe whispering trees, the soft
nithlck grass. A poet might de.
rwr.Scribe the song of birds. the
oomurmur of the summer wind.
the color of the blooming flowers.
the music of the old church
" chimeS, but as | sat there. long.
ing with my heart on fire to give
ISome idea of the dark and weird
iirr beauty, that enveloped me, | rea.
ie lied my utter inability to do 3d.
xlThe lurid flames from the fire. the
er fantastic shadows the trees
nDoo threw on the grass and occasion
"ally, the giant trunks of huge
oiold forest monarchs. denuded of
he bark. foliage and branches stand.
ne ing like some grim giant of
past age, whose old hearts held
out against the utter extinguish.
ment of all hope, must be seen.
To undertake to describe them.
one might as well argue with the
wandering winds or the sweeping
waves.
BY ten O'Clock all had retired.
the murmuring stream. the thou.
sand and one voices which steal
through the forests at night and
the whispering Of the leaves soon
lulled all into sweet and dream.
less repose. At four O'Clock all
hands were called and at dawn
sat down woods fashion to break.
fast, which was a counterpart of
the evening meal with the add.
ton OF same of the finest country
cured ham | ever tasted. Mad
am Archie De Witt cut some raw
slices OF one of her old hams.
This was cooked at the camp fire
after the Indian style. Pronged
sticks were cut and on the prongs
were placed the pieces of ham
and held before the fire and
roasted. With this mode of
cooking the meat retains its nat,
ural flavor, Juice and taste.
Such ham | never put in my
mouth. | have eaten ham boiled
in champagne, ham half boiled.
then baked and toasted with
wines, but this eXcelled them all.
The fish are cooked after the same
style, with the addition of a small
piece of fat meat fastened on the
topmost prong, which as it melts
the juice falls on the roasting
fish, which makes it delicious
eating. Such delicious camp
cooking and repast as we had
was grand.
At full daylight the party
again separated, returning at
nine O'Clock. Half an hour was
spent in hitching up and packing
and by one O'Clock we reached
home. Madam De Witt soon
had a most charming dinner, in
Guiding some more of her elegant
ham and plate of nicely fried
bass.
Thus ended my nights outing
on the picturesque Fork River,
which will long remain a green
spot on my memory.
VIM. KILGOUR.
DEER, PARK HOTEL,