Must have been his brown coat

“{During the Maine hunting season} there’s a lot of noise, and now and then we hear a bullet slap into the clapboards, and once in a while we have to stop husking corn and go up in the woods and bring out a wounded hunter. Bringing out a wounded hunter wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to listen to his companion explain how he looked like a deer.’’

— John Gould (1908-2003), in Neither Hay nor Grass (1951). He lived in Brunswick, Maine.

1912 postcard. The river is the Androscoggin, which starts in the White Mountains.