e by no means certain
that they would have even a small portion of the locality to themselves.

"I am going to see if I can't get a shot at something on the way,"
said Snap, as they turned into the creek. "There used to be wild
turkeys up here, so Jed Sanborn told me."

"Is Sanborn out hunting?" asked the small youth of the crowd.

"Not just now, Giant. But he said he was coming to see us some
time," answered Snap.

Snap had his shotgun ready for use, and so had one of the other
young hunters. The rowboat glided along silently. The sun was
just preparing to go down beyond the hills to the westward.

"Wait!" called Snap, in a low tone, and stood up. Those at the
oars ceased rowing. The leader of the club took careful aim.
Crack! went the piece.

"Touch anything?" asked Whopper.

"I did. Go ahead, and I'll pick it up." They rowed on, and a
minute later Snap reached out of the boat and hauled in a fine
wild turkey that was still fluttering faintly. A twist of the
neck put it out of its misery, and the young hunter surveyed his
game with satisfaction.

"First prize goes to Snap!" cried Shep. "Boys, we are sure of
a turkey dinner to-morrow, anyway."

They continued on their journey, and at length came in sight of
Lake Cameron, surrounded by hills and the forest. A moment later
Whopper reached for his gun, took careful aim and fired.

"Only a rabbit," he announced. "But that is better than nothing."

"I should say it was," answered Giant, readily. "I'd like to
bring down a game-bag full of them. Think of the rabbit pot-pie
we could make!"

"Here goes for something," whispered Shep, and fired at a squirrel
running around on a fallen tree. But the little creature was
too nimble for him and got away unharmed.

"There is no use of my trying to get a shot at anything," announced
Giant. "The noise has scared away the rest of the game. As soon
as we land I am going to try my hand at fishing."

"You can do that now," replied Snap. "I'll take your oar. There
are some flies in yonder little red box, and the white box had
a few worms in it."

"I'll try a worm and look for a perch or two," answered the small lad.

He soon had his line out and baited up and began to troll at the
end of the boat. In a few minutes he got a bite and pulled up
a fair-sized perch. A sunfish followed, then a sucker, and then
two more perch.

"What's the matter with that?" he asked, rather proudly.

"Nothing at all,