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