The Globe-republican., 1902-03-06
Moosehead Camp, Me-.
Oct. 21. 1900.

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My Dearest Louise can't date this |
sscn the road to MandeIay,' for the
thermometer outside of our camp door
declares it's ~ degrees, SO rather feel
I am en- route to the North Pole. but
as this is just to tell you a little Of our
jolly hunting trip and not a weather
report, 1 shall not waste time telling
you how cold it is
You know our party, consisting OF
Brother Tom and his wife, our cousins
Harry and Lewis Thompson. and my
self left BALTIC Oct. 18th for Boston,
from there to Portland, and then a
bee line for this camp in the heart of
the woods
When I see you I will tell you all of
the comforts and discomforts of this
sort of living; what characters our
guides are, and all that; but just now
/ have one piece of news that over
shadows all else. L have shot deeri
Yes, truly, and I can show you my
guides aIadavit if my word does not
convince you
1 can just feel my head swelling ev-
cry time 1 think of it, and you will
please save your pennies for those
gloves you wagered that I would never
see deer hoof in Maine.
1 wish 1 could tell you of the charms
of this life We leave camp early in
the morning, each with his own guide.
and though sometimes you do get just
a little tired, after you have tramped
five six hours without seeing a hoof
mark, still you enjoy the magnificent
woods etc, and when your keen-eyed
guide does spy signs of game you for
get all the aching muscles and follow
with d light heart.
But 1 must not let my enthusiasm
run away with me, for it's not likely
you are interested in deer talk as
am just now
But 1 have had a funny little ex-
perience that you may laugh over with
me. Do you remember when we came
home from Washington in September
just as left the train at Union Sta
ton we saw Charlie English waving
good-by to such a handsome man who
was Just leaving him? And Charlie
came to u.s. Iamenting that we had
been out of town while he was enter
tanning most charming New Yorker
Well, my dear, we have seen the N
chaTmer up here, and he has lost none
OF his good looks on the way
We stopped over night at small
country inn just before getting into
our camp, and as we sat around thu
open fire in the sitting room, who
should tramp through into his owl
room adjoining the sitting room, Blu
the unknown New Yorker
In a little while the rest of our part!
left the room to look after traps
guides, &C., and you know how whis
tie to keep my spirits up when alone
Quite unconsciously 1 began whistlin;
-'Come, My Love, Oh, Come to Me
In Il moment I heard from the mex
room u vhistling response, Under
meath Your Window, Lou Dear. I Ar
Waiting Then just couldn't resis
answering. why don't you get a lad
of yo' own?'' OF course it was dread
full, but wait till you get a Whit c
this Maine ozone, and you will find
easy to drop your impressive Gibso
pose and do things unheard of in cit
life.
I assure you when you drop traine
skirts and don abbreviated huntin
clothes, you drop lots of fancy mar
ners too.
But to go on. the unknown the
whistled There's only one girl in tt
world for me- and 1 answered, Ell
only a poor little singing girl Z
this time we We're both laughing b.
tween whistles and heard his guiC
CALL and I few from the room just
he opened his door, but I heard h
whistle as he drove of. How can
bear to leave thee?"
OF course I'll never see him agaI
so 1 don't mind the experience.
We will be here a week longer. I
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