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siderably, giving evidence of its having been visited by our rugged Russian friends. And now, feeling anxious to see human faces, and not linger about a spot where troublesome customers might abound, I made tracks for the camp, which was reached about sundown, and where I found, to my regret, the Doctor had not come in yet. "Old Traps" had returned all safe enough, and had been prophesying "the boys" were lost, and would not soon be found again. However, the old fellow put away his deer skin, which he had been cleaning, &c., to give me a feed of the deer, a few remnants yet remaining, and from my exercise and fasting, never was a rude meal more luxurious. Two of the party, with one of the black boys, and a mule, had been out since noon in quest of us, and about midnight they returned with the Doctor, who congratulated me on what he had estimated as an escape. So did I. We all concluded _it was a_ DEER _hunt!_ Though we "had a time" at the bee tree, next night, that made us about square. Rather Twangy. Three Irishmen, green as the Isle that per-duced 'em, but full of sin, and fond of the crater, broke into a country store down in Maine, one night last week, and after striking a light, they _lit_ upon a large demijohn, having the suspicious look of a whiskey holder. One held the light, while another held up the _demi_ to his mouth, and took a small taster. "Arrah, what a twang! An' it's what they call Shemaky, I'm thinkin'!" says the fellow, screwing his face into all manner of puckers. "It's the very stuff, thin, for me, so hould the light, and I'll take a swig at 'im," says Paddy number two. "_Agh!_" says he, putting down the demijohn in haste, "it's rale bhrandy--_agh-h!_" "Branthy? Thin it's meself as'll have a wee bit uv a swig at 'em," and Paddy number three took hold, and down he rushed a good slew of it! "Murther and turf! It's every divil ov us are pizened--o-o-och! Murther-r-r!" and he raised such a hullaballoo, that the neighbors were awakened. They came rushing in, and arrested Paddy number three. The others fled, with their bellies full of washing fluid! The poor fellow had drank nearly a pint; being possessed with a gutta percha stomach, he stood the infliction without kicking the bucket, but he was bleached, in two days--white as a bolt of cotton cloth! Passing Around the Fodder! A DINNER SKETCH. A few weeks ago, during a passage from Gotham to Boston, on the "_Empire
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