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As soon as he was fairly started with this droll narrative the strain of the situation was relieved。 We were all laughing as much at his deliberate way of narration as at the story itself。
Suddenly he turned to Elizabeth Brower and said； very soberly； 'Will you bring me some water in a glass？'
Then he opened his chest of medicine； made some powders and told us how to give them。
'In a few days I would take him into the big woods for a while；' he said。 'See how it agrees with him。'
Then he gathered up his things and mother went with him to the gig。
Humour was one of the specifics of Doctor Bigsby。 He was always a poor man。 He had a way of lumping his bills； at about so much； in settlement and probably never kept books。 A side of pork paid for many a long journey。 He came to his death riding over the hills one bitter day not long after the time of which I write； to reach a patient。
The haying over； we made ready for our trip into the woods。 Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor； who knew the forest； and myself； were to go with Gerald to Blueberry Lake。 We loaded our wagon with provisions one evening and made ready to be off at the break of day。
Chapter 16
I remember how hopefully we started that morning with Elizabeth Brower and Hope waving their handkerchiefs on the porch and David near them whittling。 They had told us what to do and what not to do over and over again。 I sat with Gerald on blankets that were spread over a thick mat of hay。 The morning air was sweet with the odour of new hay and the music of the bobolink。 Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor sang merrily as we rode over the hills。
When we entered the shade of the big forest Uncle Eb got out his rifle and loaded it。 He sat a long time whispering and looking eagerly for game to right and left。 He was still a boy。 One could see evidences of age only in his white hair and beard and wrinkled brow。 He retained the little tufts in front of his ears； and lately had grown a silver crescent of thin and silky hair that circled his throat under a bare clhn。 Young as I was I had no keener relish for a holiday than he。 At noon we halted beside a brook and unhitched our horses。 Then we caught some fish； built a fire and cooked them； and brewed our tea。 At sunset we halted at Tuley Pond； looking along its reedy margin； under purple tamaracks； for deer。 There was a great silence； here in the deep of the woods； and Tip Taylor's axe； while he peeled the bark for our camp； seemed to fill the wilderness with echoes。 It was after dark when the shanty was covered and we lay on its fragrant mow of balsam and hemlock。 The great logs that we had rolled in front of our shanty were set afire and shortly supper was cooking。
Gerald had stood the journey well。 Uncle Eb and he stayed in while Tip and I got our jack ready and went off in quest of a dugout He said Bill Ellsworth had one hid in a thicket on the south side of Tuley。 We found it after an hour's tramp near by。 It needed a little repairing but we soon made it water worthy； and then took our seats； he in the stern； with the paddle； and I in the bow with the gun。 Slowly and silently we clove a way through the star…sown shadows。 It was like the hushed and mystic movement of a dream。 We seemed to be above the deep of heaven； the stars below us。 The shadow of the forest in the still water looked like the wall of some mighty castle with towers and battlements and myriads of windows lighted for a fete。 Once the groan of a nighthawk fell out of the upper air with a sound like that of a stone striking in water。 I thought little of the deer Tip was after。 His only aim in life was the one he got with a gun barrel。 I had forgotten all but the beauty of the scene。 Suddenly Tip roused me by laying his hand to the gunwale and gently shaking the dugout。 In the dark distance； ahead of us； I could hear the faint tinkle of dripping water。 Then I knew a deer was feeding not far away and that the water was falling from his muzzle。 When I opened my jack we were close upon him。 His eyes gleamed。 I shot high above the deer that went splashing ashore before I had pulled my trigger。 After the roar of the gun had got away； in the distant timber； Tip mentioned a place abhorred of all men； turned and paddled for the landing。
'Could 'a killed 'im with a club；' said he snickering。 'Guess he must a looked putty tall didn't he？'
'Why？' I asked。
'Cos ye aimed into the sky；' said hc。 'Mebbe ye thought he was a bird。'
'My hand trembled a little；' said I。
''Minds me of Bill Barber；' he said in a half…whisper； as he worked his paddle； chuckling with amusement。
'How's that？' I asked。
'Nothin' safe but the thing he shoots at；' said he。 'Terrible bad shot。 Kills a cow every time he goes huntin'。'
Uncle Eb was stirring the fire when we came whispering into camp； and Gerald lay asleep under the blankets。
'Willie couldn't hit the broadside of a bam；' said Tip。 'He don't take to it nat'ral。'
'Killin' an' book learnin' don't often go together；' said Uncle Eb。
I turned in by the side of Gerald and Uncle Eb went off with Tip for another trip in the dugout。 The night was chilly but the fire flooded our shanty with its warm glow。 what with the light； and the boughs under us； and the strangeness of the black forest we got little sleep。 I heard the gun roar late in the night； and when I woke again Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor were standing over the fire in the chilly grey of the morning。 A dead deer hung on the limb of a tree near by。 They began dressing it while Gerald and I went to the spring for water； peeled potatoes； and got the pots boiling。 After a hearty breakfast we packed up； and were soon on the road again； reaching Blueberry Lake before noon。 There we hired a boat of the lonely keeper of the reservoir； found an abandoned camp with an excellent bark shanty and made ourselves at home。
That evening in camp was one to be remembered。 An Thomas； the guide who tended the reservoir； came over and sat beside our fire until bedtime。 He had spent years in the wilderness going out for nothing less important than an annual spree at circus time。 He eyed us over； each in turn； as if he thought us all very rare and interesting。
'Many bears here？' Uncle Eb enquired。
'More plenty 'n human bein's；' he answered； puffing lazily at his pipe with a dead calm in his voice and manner that I have never seen equalled except in a tropic sea。
'See 'em often？' I asked。
He emptied his pipe； striking it on his palin until the bowl rang； without answering。 Then he blew into the stem with great violence。
'Three or four 'n a summer； mebbe；' he said at length。
'Ever git sassy？' Uncle Eb asked。
He whipped a coal out of the ashes then and lifted it in his fingers to the bowl of his pipe。
'Never real sassy；' he said between vigourous puffs。 'One stole a ham off my pyazz las' summer； Al Fifield brought 't in fer me one day …smelt good too！ I kep' savin' uv it thinlan' I'd enjoy it all the more when I did hev it。 One day I went off cuttin' timber an' stayed 'til mos' night。 Comin' home I got t' thinkin' o' thet ham； an' made up my mind I'd hev some fer supper。 The more I thought uv it the faster I hurried an' when I got hum I was hungrier'n I'd been fer a year。 when I see the ol' bear's tracks an' the empty peg where the ham had hung I went t' work an； got mad。 Then I started after thet bear。 Tracked 'im over yender； up Cat Mountin'。'
Here Ab paused。 He had a way of stopping always at the most interesting point to puff at his pipe。 It looked as if he were getting up steam for another sentence and these delays had the effect of 'continued in our next'。
'Kill 'im？' Uncle Eb asked。
'Licked him；' he said。
'Huh！' we remarked incredulously。
'Licked 'im；' he repeated chucking。 'Went into his cave with a sledge stake an' whaled 'im … whaled 'im 'til he run fer his life。'
Whether it was true or not I have never been sure； even to this day； but Ab's manner was at once modest and convincing。
'Should 'a thought he'd 'a rassled with ye；' Uncle Eb remarked。
'Didn't give 'im time；' said Ab； as he took out his knife and began slowly to sharpen a stick。
'Don't never wan' t' rassle with no bear；' he added； 'but hams is too scurce here 'n the woods t' hev