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Title: Young Hunters of the Lake

Author: Ralph Bonehill

Release Date: July 19, 2004 [EBook #12936]

Language: English

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YOUNG HUNTERS OF THE LAKE or Out with Rod and Gun

By Captain Ralph Bonehill

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS

I. Four Lively Boys II. Swimming, and What Followed III. A Trick That Failed IV. The Story of a Ghost V. A

Fourth of July Celebration VI. Preparing for the Grand Outing VII. At the Boathouse VIII. How Two

Prowlers Were Treated IX. The First Day of the Outing X. The Story of a Strange Disappearance XI. A

Search for a Rowboat XII. The Camp on Lake Cameron XIII. In the Camp of the Enemy XIV. Delayed by a

Storm XV. Lost in the Swamp XVI. The Rescue of Giant XVII. On Lake Narsac at Last XVIII. The Old

Hermit's Tale XIX. A Dangerous Deer Hunt XX. The Mysterious Voice XXI. In Which the Enemy Appears

Again XXII. A Lively Time in the Dark XXIII. The Loss of the Raft XXIV. Out on a Sand Bar XXV. Jed

Sanborn Brings News XXVI. A Hunt After Wildcats XXVII. Into a Bears' Den XVIII. The Caves in the

Mountain XXIX. Visited by the Ghost XXX. The Secret of the Mysterious Voice XXXI. The Last of the

Ghost---Conclusion

PREFACE

My Dear Lads:

This story is complete in itself but forms volume three of a line known under the general title of "Boy Hunters

Series," and taking in adventures in the field, the forest, and on the river and lake, both in winter and summer.

The boys of these stories are bright, wide-awake lads of to-day, with a taste for rod and shotgun, and a life in

the open air. They know a good deal about fishing and how to shoot, and camp life is no new thing to them. In

the first volume, entitled, " Four Boy Hunters ," they organize a little club of four members and go forth for a

summer vacation. They have such good times that, when Winter comes on, they resolve to go camping again,

and do so, as related in the second volume, called " Guns and Snowshoes ." In that story they fall victims to a

CHAPTERS

blizzard, and spend a most remarkable Christmas; but, of course, all ends happily.

In the present story, summer is once more at hand, and again the boy hunters venture forth, this time bound

for a large lake a good many miles from their home town. They have a jolly cruise on the water, fall in with a

very peculiar old hermit, and are molested not a little by some rivals. They likewise follow up two bears, and

are treated to a ghost scare calculated to make anybody's hair stand on end. What the ghost proved to be I

leave the pages which follow to reveal.

As I have said before, good hunting, especially in our eastern states, is fast becoming a thing of the past. In

some sections only small game can be had and even then the eager hunter has to travel many miles sometimes

for a shot.

Trusting that all boys who love the woods and waters, a rod, a gun and a restful camp will enjoy reading this

volume, I remain,

Your sincere friend, Captain Ralph Bonehill.

CHAPTER I

FOUR LIVELY BOYS

"Boys, I'm going swimming. Who is going along?"

"Count me in, Snap," answered Shep Reed.

"Swimming?" came from a third youth of the crowd of four. "Why, you couldn't keep me away if you tried.

I've been waiting for a swim for about eleven years-----"

"And a day," broke in a small, stout youth. "Don't forget the day, Whopper, if you want to be really truthful.

"All right, put in the day," cheerfully assented the lad called Whopper, because of his propensity to exaggerate

when speaking. "Of course you'll go, too, Giant?" he added, questioningly.

"Will I?" answered the small youth. "Will a duck swim and a cow eat clover? To be sure I'll go. But I'll have

to run home first and tell mother."

"I'll have to go home, too," said the lad called Snap. "But I can be back here in a quarter of an hour."

"Where shall we go?" asked Shep Reed.

"I was thinking of going up to Lane's Cove," answered Snap Dodge.

"Lane's Cove!" cried the smallest youth of the crowd.

"Yes. Isn't that a nice place?"

"Sure it is, but don't you know that Ham Spink's father has bought all the land around there?"

"What of that, Giant?"

"Maybe he won't let us go swimming on his property---because of the trouble we had with Ham."

CHAPTER I

"Oh, I don't believe he'll see us," came from the boy called Whopper. "Why, I've been swimming at the cove a

thousand times, and nobody ever tried to stop me."

"If he orders us away we can go," said Shep Reed. "I know he is just mean enough to do it."

"Is Ham home yet?" asked one of the boys.

"No, but I heard he was going to come home as soon as that boarding school shut up for the summer."

"Wonder if he'll try to make more trouble?"

"If he does he'd better watch out, or he'll get into hot water," said Shep Reed; and then the boys separated, to

get their swimming outfits and tell their folks what they proposed to do.

The boys lived in the town of Fairview, a country place, located on the Rocky River, about ten miles above a

fine sheet of water called Lake Cameron. The town boasted of a score of stores, several churches, a hotel, and

a neat railroad station at which, during the summer months, as high as ten trains stopped daily. On the

outskirts of the town were a saw mill, a barrel factory, and several other industries.

To those who have read the two former books in this series, entitled, "_Four Boy Hunters_" and " Guns and

Snowshoes ," the lads getting ready for a swim will need no special introduction. The lad called Snap was

Charley Dodge, the son of one of the most influential men of that neighborhood, who was a school trustee and

also part owner of the saw mill and a large summer hotel. Charley was a brave and wide-awake youth and was

often looked up to as a leader by the others. Where his nickname of Snap had originated it would be hard to

say, although he was as full of snap and ginger as a shad is full of bones.

Sheppard Reed, always called Shep for short, was the son of a well-known physician, a boy who loved

outdoor life, and one who was as strong as he was handsome. He and Snap had been chums for many years,

and as a consequence were occasionally known as the twins, although they were no relation to each other.

Frank Dawson had moved to Fairview about three years before this tale opens. He was a merry lad, with

laughing eyes, and his method of exaggerating had speedily gained for him the nickname of Whopper. But

Frank was withal a truthful lad his "whoppers" being of the sort meant to deceive nobody. Even his mother

could not make him give up his extravagant speech. Once when she spoke about it he gravely replied:

"I know it is wrong, mother, but I simply can't stop it. Why, I've made up my mind over a million times to---"

And then he broke down, and his mother had to laugh in spite of herself.

The smallest lad of the four was Will Caslette, always called Billy or Giant. He was the son of a widow lady,

who owned a small but neat cottage on one of the side streets of the town. Mrs. Caslette thought the world of

her offspring and Giant was fully worthy of the affection she bestowed upon him. Although small in size he

was manly in his deportment, and at school he was as bright as any one in his class.

About a year before, the four boys had organized an outing or gun club and obtained permission to go

camping for a few weeks in the vicinity of Lake Cameron. They reached the lake after several adventures and

settled down in a comfortable camp, from which, however, they were driven by a saw mill owner named

Andrew Felps, who ran a rival concern to that in which Snap's father owned an interest. The young hunters

then moved to Firefly Lake, a mile away, and there hunted and fished to their hearts' content. They were

frequently joined by old Jed Sanborn, a trapper who lived in the mountains between the lakes. They had some

trouble with Ham Spink, a dudish young man of the town, who established a rival camp not far off, and they

came close to perishing during a disastrous forest fire.

CHAPTER I

The summer outing made the boys hungry for more, and as soon as the winter holidays were at hand they

made arrangements to go into the woods again, this time taking their outfits on sleds. They had with them

their snowshoes, and found the latter articles very useful when out after game. They fixed up a comfortable

camp, and rescued a half-frozen tramp. But the tramp did not appreciate what had been done for him and ran

away with some of their things, which brought on a lively pursuit. Then the boys had more trouble with Ham

Spink and his crony, Carl Dudder. In the end it was discovered that Ham and Carl had gotten the tramp to

annoy the young hunters, and as a result Mr. Spink and Mr. Dudder had to foot some heavy bills for their

sons. Ham and Carl were sent off to a strict boarding school, where their parents hoped they would turn over a

new leaf. Snap and his chums came back home loaded down with game.

"The best outing ever!" declared more than one of the boys.

"We'll have to go again!"

"Yes, indeed!"

And then and there they began to plan what to do during the next vacation.

"I've got an idea," said Snap, one day, during the spring. "Why not get a good boat---one that will stand some

hard knocks---and go through Lake Cameron and Firefly Lake to Lake Narsac? Jed Sanborn was telling me

that was a fine place for hunting and fishing, and the lake is as clear as crystal."

"It's an awfully wild place, so I was told," said Shep.

"About a million snakes up there, so I once heard," put in Whopper. "Snakes are so thick you have to kick 'em

out of your way to walk around."

"Excuse me, I don't want any snakes," answered Giant, with a shiver.

"Somebody once told me the lake was haunted," said Snap. "But of course that wouldn't scare us---we are not

afraid of ghosts, are we?"

"No!" came from all of the others promptly.

"The ghost that tries to scare me will get his ear pinched," added Giant, and said this so drolly that all had to

laugh.

"One thing is sure," said Shep, after a pause, "with fish, game, snakes and ghosts we'd certainly find enough to

interest us, eh?"

"Is the lake very deep?" asked Giant.

"Jed Sanborn told me that you can't touch bottom in some places," answered Snap. "The lake lies right

between three tall mountains. He said we might have to carry our boat around some of the rocks in the stream

leading to it."

"Well, we can do that to---providing the boat isn't too heavy."

This talk led to many others, and in the end it was decided that the four boys should start on the trip the week

following the Fourth of July. Then commenced active preparations. Guns were cleaned, camping outfits

overhauled, and the lads looked around for just the right boat in which to make the trip. Through Mr. Dodge a

fine, strong craft was obtained; and then the lads waited impatiently for the day to come when they should

CHAPTER II

begin the outing on the lake. They anticipated some adventures, but did not dream of the curious happenings

in store for them.

CHAPTER II

SWIMMING, AND WHAT FOLLOWED

Lane's Cove was situated almost a mile from Fairview, but the four boys did not think anything of walking

that distance. All were good pedestrians, for their numerous outings had hardened their muscles and given

them good lung power. Even little Giant trudged along as swiftly as the rest and even suggested a race when

they came in sight of the spot selected by Snap for the afternoon's fun.

"No, don't run---you'll get overheated," said Whopper. "When I run I sweat like a house afire."

"Sweating like a house afire is good!" murmured Giant, with a grin. "Now if you had only said sweat like a

stone, or a piece of iron, all of us would have known what you meant. As it is---" And then he stopped and

ducked, to escape the piece of dried mud Whopper playfully shied at him.

The cove reached, the boys speedily found a spot that suited them. It was at a point where some overhanging

bushes and trees sheltered a strip of sandy shore. At one point a rock ran out into the river, making an

excellent place from which to dive.

The lads hustled into the bushes and in a very few minutes Snap appeared in his bathing outfit and was

followed by Shep.

"Beat you in!" cried the doctor's son, but hardly had he spoken when Snap made a leap and landed into the

river with a loud splash. Shep came after him, and both disappeared under the surface, to come up a second

later, thrashing around wildly.

"Whew! it isn't so warm as I thought!" ejaculated Shep. "No Turkish bath about this!" And he gave a slight

shiver.

"You'll soon get used to it," replied Snap. "It's always the first plunge that takes the breath out of a fellow."

Giant came in next, diving from the rock. Whopper followed more slowly, putting in first one foot and then

the other.

"Moses in the bulrushes!" he gasped. "Say, this water is about half ice, isn't it?" And he drew back again.

"Whopper, you know better than to go in that way," remonstrated Snap. "Wet your face and then go in head

first---it's the only right way. If you go in by inches you'll gasp fit to turn your liver over."

Very gingerly Whopper wet his face. As the water ran down his backbone he let out another yell.

"Don't know as I'll go in," he observed. "I thought it would be much warmer."

"Oh, yes, come in," urged Snap.

In the meantime Shep had come to shore and crawled out, behind some bushes. Softly he crept up behind

Whopper. Then came a sudden shove, and over went Frank with a loud yell and a splash that sent the spray in

all directions. Before he came up Shep was out of sight behind a tree.

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