The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1908-04-23

tic and the Cheudiere. After dinner
we decided to strike across the
wilderness along an old logging road
for the summer camp at Lower Pond
We engaged two big Canadians, who
could speak English, as our guides.
They carried small hatchets in their
belts and we carried extra blankets,
as we had decided to make a rough
camp and sleep over night in the
woods. Our road, or path, which was
very rough, wound in and out among
the bills, and here and there we
passed high rocks or lodges decked
with clumps of spruce and pine
About O'Clock we caught sight of
the bright waters of the lake and the
Dead River sparkling III the sunlight
among the trees, and pitched our
tent in little sheltered spot among
the pines near the big dam at Lower
Pond and the banks of the deep, still
river. After making a rough camp
for the night we left our guides to
build fire and get supper, and walk
ed down to the dam which a paper
pulp company had built few years
before, and then to the banks Of the
historic river, which rises here.
seemed to hear the splash of the
oars OF Arnold's soldiers in the water
and the rough voice of Captain
Daniel Morgan above the storm
giving orders to his rifemen. Arnold
sat beside his brave Captain wrapped
IN great military coat, his face worn
and weary, but his piercing eyes
cleaning like Goals of fire. Often he
would shout to the soldiers to break
ice with their gun stocks; for, said
he in voice of thunder, 1--WE must
proceed to the Canadian frontier and
gather food for the starving army
and stragglers behind.o The sun had
sunk behind the Kibly Mountains and
the shades of evening were stealing
through the forest when we sat
around the camp fire and ate
hearty supper which our guides had
prepared for us. The evening air
was quite cool for the last DAYS of
August and our faithful guides kept
up a good fire until well into he
night. My friend and | were a little
tired after our walk over the rugged
hills and we soon crawled under our
rude camp of limbs and boughs and
rolling ourselves in warm blankets
laid down on soft spruce boughs for
the night. My friend was soon
snoring soundly, but in my case it
was different, Sleep seemed to for
sake me and l laid for a long time
looking up through the tall trees 10
the bright stars twinkling in the
clear sky and thinking of Arnold
starving army, picturing in my mind
at the same time the poor soldiers
dropping down with fatigue, sickness
and hunger as they staggered along
by the banks of the river SO near our
camp. | seemed to hear the groans
of this starving army and some poor
dying soldier crying out that their
last dog had been killed and eaten
and his comrades feeble reply that ne
knew it, but to keep up good courage
for General Arnold would alleviate
their distress soon.
1t was about 10 O'Clock when our
guides came and laid down just inside
the camp with their trusty rifles by
their side. 1t is impossible how
ever, for me to write a full description
OF our nights i'll the deep woods. The
glorious sunset, the music of the
waters of the lake against the stones
near by as the last breeze of evening
died out, the cry of the loon and the
boot Of the owl are beyond the
power of my pen to describe. All!
ye deep wildwood, We rocks and
waters blue which fill these awful
solitudes, if you only had tongues to
speak what stories you could tell of
Arnold and his furnishing army of
invasion.