Wild Northern Scenes - Sporting Adventures with the Rifle and the Rod by S. H. Hammond
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in less than half that time; but let them, I'll be avenged on them
another time. But where do _you_ go?" "To my old haunts in the North," I replied. "To follow the stag to his slip'ry crag, And to chase the bounding roe." "But," said he, "I've no rifle." "I've got four." "I've no fishing rod." "I've half a dozen at your service." "Give me your hand," said he; "I'm with you." And so the doctor was booked. "Suppose," said the doctor, "we beat up Smith and Spalding, and take them along. Smith has got one of his old fits of the hypo. He sent for me to-day, and. I prescribed a frugal diet and the country. Wild game, and bleeding by the musquitoes, will do him good. Spalding is entitled to a holiday, for he's working himself into dyspepsia in this hot weather." "Just the thing;" I replied, and we started to find Smith and Spalding. We found them, and it was settled that they should go with us for a month among the mountains. Everybody knows Smith, the good-natured, eccentric Smith; Smith the bachelor, who has an income |
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