, 1902-03-03
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Copyright. 1892. by Daily Story Pub. Coz
Moosehead Camp. Me,

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Moosehead Camp. Me.
Oct. 81. 1900.
My Dearest Louise can't date this
"on the road to Mandelay." for the
thermometer outside OF our camp door
declares it's ~ degrees, so | rather feel
| am en- route to the North Pole, but
rs this is just to tell you a little OF our
jolly hunting trip n not a weather
report. | shall not waste time telling
you how cold 1t 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 | see you | will tell you all of
the comforts n discomforts Of this
sort of living: what characters our
guides are, and all that: out just now
| have one piece OF news that over
shadows all else. have shot a deer,
Yes. truly. II l - show you my
guides Aindavit II my word does not
convince you.
| can Just feel my head swelling ev-
cry time l think of 1t, and you will
please save you pennies for those
gloves you wagered hat | would never
see a deer hoof in Maine.
| wish | could tell you Of the charms
of this life. We cave camp early in
the morning. each with his own guide.
md thpupb snnatimas ypu do got inst
a little tired, after you have tramped
five or 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
on with II light heart.
But | must not let my enthusiasm
run away with me, for it's not likely
you are as interested in deer talk as |
am just now.
But | have had a funny little ex-
perience hat you may laugh over with
me. Do o. remember when we came
home from Washington in September,
Just as we 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 US, lamenting that we had
been out Of town while he was enter
tanning a most charming New Yorker.
Well, my dear. we have seen the n. Y.
charmer up here, and he has lost none
Of his good looks on the way.
We stopped owe night at a small
country inn Just before getting into
our camp, and as We sat around the
open Are In the sitting room. who
should tramp through into his own
room adjoining the sitting room. but
the unknown New Yorker.
In a little while the rest of our party
left the room to look after traps,
guides. &c. and you know how | whis-
tie to keep my spirits up when alone!
Quite unconsciously | began whistling
Come, My Love. Oh, Come to Me-"
In q moment l heard from the next
room a whistling response, Under
meath Your Window, Lou Dear. l Am
Waiting" Then l Just couldn't resist
answering, why don't you get a lady
Of yo' OWN" OF course 1t wal dread
full, but wait till you get a Whit Of
this Maine ozone, and you will find 1t
easy to drop your impressive Gibson
pose and do things unheard Of in city
life.
l assure you when you drop trained
skirts and don abbreviated hunting
CLOTHES. you drop lots Of fancy man
ners toe.
But to 90 IN. the unknown then
whistled There's only one girl in the
world for me-" and I answered, "I'm
only a poor little singing girl" BY
this time We were both laughing be-
tween whistles and l heard his guide
call, and l flew from the room just as
he opened his door, but l heard his
whistle as he drove off, How can I
bear to leave thee?"
or course I'll see him again.
so l don't mind the experience.
We will be here a week longer. Do