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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — I. In which I begin my Story (1888)

He had once been a hanger-on about the hotels at Indian Lake. He called himself an independent guide (neither of the hotels would have any thing to do with him) , but, truth to tell, he did not do much guiding. He gained a precarious subsistence by hunting, trapping, fishing, and stealing. It was easier to steal a living than it was to earn it by hunting and trapping, and Matt's depredations finally became so numerous and daring that the guides hunted him down as they would a bear or a wolf that had preyed upon their sheep-folds, and when they caught him ordered him out of the country.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — I. In which I begin my Story (1888)

But you will remember that it was Tom Bigden, a boy who hated Joe for just nothing at all, who put that idea into Matt's head.
Being once more adrift in the world, the squatter made the best of his way to Sherwin's pond to carry out certain other plans that had been suggested to him by that same Tom Bigden, who never could be easy unless he was getting himself or somebody else into trouble. Between the lake and the pond there were twelve miles of rapids.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — I. In which I begin my Story (1888)

If they are sent out with a guest, they take him over grounds that have been hunted and fished until there is neither fur, fin, nor feather left, cling closely to the water-ways, avoiding even the shortest "carries," their sole object being to earn their wages with the least possible exertion. They don't care whether the guest catches any fish or not. But our three friends, Joe Wayring, Roy Sheldon, and Arthur Hastings, were not dependent upon the hotel guides for sport during their summer outings.
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