Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1912-10-21


275 in the year. an Augusta profess
slonal man tolls away at the tast
which is his lot. Seventy five miles
away-seven beyond Bingham-art
some comfortable camps squatting on
the edge of cup-like pond trimmed by
towering hills. Many days in the yeai
this man dreams of the cabins at tha
foot of the hlls-and few days
revels in closest association.
Sometimes he takes a member oil
his family along to help him reVel.
He did this year-an eldest daughter.
This daughter betrays her ungratefui-
ness with the following story
we arrived all right at the camps
truly a most beautiful spot-sald the
things which sound the best in such
places, ate our suppers of baked duck
C) and gathered for the evening pow
wow in the main cabin. One nervous
ehap-an artist-started the ball roll
ing: then we all contracted it and sat
on the edges of our chairs, ears dis
tended, until bedtime.
A Hunter Lost
1T seems that youngster from one
of the settlements a few miles out
had come to the camps that day. Sc
cured a boat and struck into the
what is il they call 'em 2-limitless p
forests on the other side. 1t was one
of those misty. mostly days when you
cent tell whether North is which or
tother'-a bad day. I'm told, for even
an experienced woodsman to be hunt
ing without a compass.
"The artist had advised the lad
against going far, not possessing any
thing to guide him should he become
turned around in his bearings, but
the campers reasoning was in vain.
Our worry was occasioned by the fact
that the boat hadn't been returned
and we felt that the young hunter
must be wandering about in the wet
voods-lost, You can't feel the real
terror and panic in that word until
you hear those men up there, who
have seen their fellows go and never
come back. say the word-lost! Any
way, Bud went and hadn't come back,
therefore he was lost--I mean: he was
lost! And we, partially treasured
by the guides assertions that he'd get
back 'thout much trouble soon's day
light, and that he might a gone
across to the river n be safe in bed
now retired.
Dad had the next room to mine
ard, when he turned in opened the
door bit. that he might follow his
natural inclination to talk bit be-
fore sleeping.
dad" Gets Anxious.
we talked for nearly an hour, |
think. on general topics. but Dad per-
sisted in returning to possibilities in
CURED by a person-lost,-got 1t that
time-in the big woods Why, you
know. the lad might be hungry and
vet with no matches. bears and other
ferocious animals surrounding him.
and he might have fallen over a cliff,
got his foot caught in a trap or had
ever so many other horrible things
happen to him,
in the midst of these fears, Dad
hesitated for a moment, said a few
mere words, hesitated longer-then
sncred.
"A few minutes later l followed suit
that is, | went to sleep. 1t seemed
a very short time when | was .awak-
ened. under the impression that | had
heard a sharp report, and l wondered
who could be shooting at that time of
night The wind was blowing gale,
meaning through the trees in a way
To make you want TO get under the
bedelothes did, for a long time,
and, just as ] gained courage to peer
out over again, that noise sounded
again. Then | remembered; | had
heard the door of one of the lower
camps slamming just before We went
to bed. As / listened to make sure,
heard another sound-a Who-o-o!'
from somewhere outside the camp.
Then | was frightened out of seven
years growth as an apparition flashed
wildly through my room. yanked open
the door and burst out upon the steps,
to emit the most blood curdling yell
which echoed and re-echoed around
us, and at once jump back into the
camp. behind the door, where it
waited, GREATNESS II was Dad in all
the glory of his pink pajamas sud-
denly become an apparent mailman!
Il finally quavered out 'Whassa-
natter and was silenced with We
hement hiss. But, after the longest
minute | ever passed in my life he
snapped out with an abruptness that
made me jump a foot, I've found
him.
No Chance for Help.
Il began to turn over plans in my
mind to bring help. but knew it
would be no use to scream if none oe
our faraway neighbors had heard that
yell. Then, after another of those in
terminable minutes, he turned away
from the door and went into his room
returning Immediately in his lounging
AN AUGUSTA INTERVIEW.