ISBN: 9780217279154

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrat… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER TWELFTH. CARIBOU HUNTING. See how the great old forest vies With all the glory of lhe skies, In streaks without a name; And leagues on leagues of scarlet spires And temples lit with crimson tires, And palaces of flame! Early in September from out of the dome of the North, Jack Frost sets forth as the early herald of coming winter. Jauntily tripping over mountain and table-land, with his magic frozen tipped wand, he gaily touches the maples and birches, and their green livery of summer is instantly changed to the many dazzling hued dress of autumn. The mountain sides fairly blaze with color. He drops in among the ferns and wild flowers that carpet the ground, and all but the gentians, the golden rods and the ragged asters wither at his first approach. With the pines and hemlocks, the spruces and balsams, he has no concern, and they sigh gentle requiems over the departed summer of many fragrant memories. The wild ducks from the farther north fill the lakes and streams, and the lonesome cry of loon in the still night, is replaced by the honk of passing geese high over tree tops. Again the partridge drums upon the fallen tree, while the woods resound with the shrill cries of blue jays. If the angler will now discard, at times, his rod for trusty rifle, and seek the seclusion of some distant lake for caribou, his quest will not unlikely meet with a reward. Silently his canoe must be paddled around its shores until the day and hour comes when rounding some point, there, in all its beauty, standing in the water, is a buck of noble proportions with mighty antlers. A quick and well directed shot, as he turns to reach the shore, and the proudest moment of your life will be revealed. Your guide will soon disrobe him, preserving the head, which is to adorn your ha... George Moore Fairchild, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Rod and Canoe, Rifle and Snowshoe in Quebec's Adirondacks Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Original Published by: F. Carrel in 1896 in 228 pages; Subjects: Fishing; Shooting; Quebec (Province); History / General; History / Canada / General; Sports & Recreation / Fishing; Sports & Recreation / Hunting; Sports & Recreation / Shooting; Technology & Engineering / Fisheries & Aquaculture;<

ISBN: 9780217279154

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrat… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER TWELFTH. CARIBOU HUNTING. See how the great old forest vies With all the glory of lhe skies, In streaks without a name; And leagues on leagues of scarlet spires And temples lit with crimson tires, And palaces of flame! Early in September from out of the dome of the North, Jack Frost sets forth as the early herald of coming winter. Jauntily tripping over mountain and table-land, with his magic frozen tipped wand, he gaily touches the maples and birches, and their green livery of summer is instantly changed to the many dazzling hued dress of autumn. The mountain sides fairly blaze with color. He drops in among the ferns and wild flowers that carpet the ground, and all but the gentians, the golden rods and the ragged asters wither at his first approach. With the pines and hemlocks, the spruces and balsams, he has no concern, and they sigh gentle requiems over the departed summer of many fragrant memories. The wild ducks from the farther north fill the lakes and streams, and the lonesome cry of loon in the still night, is replaced by the honk of passing geese high over tree tops. Again the partridge drums upon the fallen tree, while the woods resound with the shrill cries of blue jays. If the angler will now discard, at times, his rod for trusty rifle, and seek the seclusion of some distant lake for caribou, his quest will not unlikely meet with a reward. Silently his canoe must be paddled around its shores until the day and hour comes when rounding some point, there, in all its beauty, standing in the water, is a buck of noble proportions with mighty antlers. A quick and well directed shot, as he turns to reach the shore, and the proudest moment of your life will be revealed. Your guide will soon disrobe him, preserving the head, which is to adorn your ha... George Moore Fairchild, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Rod and Canoe, Rifle and Snowshoe in Quebec's Adirondacks Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 0217279155

ISBN: 0217279155