As quoted from Every Saturday:
"On page 57 Mr. Winslow Homer presents an effective sketch of one aspect of winter sporting in the Adirondack Wilderness. When the snow is so deep as to hinder the deer, the sportsmen put on snow-shoes, which, if not as efficient propellers as the "seven-league boots," are quite as helpful in keeping the hunter out of the snow and enabling him to traverse the wilderness on its surface with a rapidity and noiselessness which are fatal to the deer. The readers of "Every Saturday" who feel the Nimrod instinct strong within them will appreciate the salient features of Mr. Homer's picture, and almost hear the baying of the deep-mouthed hounds as they overtake the game."
It's worth noting that the columnist assumed the figures in this sketch are "sportsmen," or outsiders drawn to the area for hunting and fishing opportunities. In reality it's a depiction of wilderness guides and subsistence hunters local to the region, whom Homer met on his trips to the Adirondacks.
Winslow Homer was and is an important figure in the Northeast, who resided and worked in Maine, more specifically the small town in which all four of us grew up, for the last 27 years of his life.
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