The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1902-04-24
Moosehead Camp, Me-,


My Dearest LOUISE can't date thi:
ION the road to Mandelay," for the
thermometer outside Of our camp dool
declares it's AZ degrees, so | rather fee
| am en- route to the North Pole, bu
as this is just to tell you little of oul
jolly hunting trip and not a weather
report, l 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 l 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 a deer!
Yes, truly, and l can show you my
guides aIhdavit if my word does not
convince you:
| 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 l would never
see deer hoof in Maine.
l wish l 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
! Fvo ~, ei,. I, o1,,c wit ot14 cnoi,7r n 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 light heart.
But l must not let my enthusiasm
run away with me, for it's not likely
you are as interested in deer talk as l
am just now.
/ But | have had a funny little eZ-
perience that you may laugh over with
me. Do you remember when we came
home from Washington in September,
lust as we LEFT the train at Union Sta
ton we saw Charlie English waving
good-by to such handsome man who
was just leaving him? And Charlie
came to US, lamenting that we had
been out of town while ne was enter
! tanning most charming New Yorker.
Well, my dear we have seen the \. Y.
charmer 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 the
open fire in the sitting room, who
should tramp through into his own
room adjoining the sitting room, but
the unknown New Yorker.
( In little while the rest Of our party
left the room to look after traps,
guides, &C., and you know how I Whis-
tie to keep my spirits up when alone!
| Quite unconsciously I began Whistling
! Come, My Love, Oh, Come to Me"
| In d moment I heard from the next
room a whistlng response, Under
meath Your Window, Lou Dear, I Am
! Waiting" Then I just couldn't resist
answering, why don't you set a lady
of yo' own" OF course it was dread
full. but wait till you get a Whit Of
this Maine ozone, and you will find it
easy to drop your impressive Gibson
pose and do things unheard Of in city
life.
I assure you when you drop trained
skirts and don abbreviated hunting
clothes, you drop lots Of fancy man
ners too
But to go on, the unknown then
whistled There's only one girl in the
world for me-" anu I answered, I'm
only poor little singing girl" By
this time We We're both laughing be-
tween whistles and I heard his guide
call, and I few from the room just as
he opened his door, but I heard his
whistle as he drove off, "How can 1
bear to leave thee?"
OF course Ill never see him again,
so I don't mind the experience.
We will be here a week longer. Do