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in the shape of powder, shot, biscuits, pork, small purchases made by eleven o'clock and &c.

then we would start- we should reach MaAs the weather continued very favourable, dame Lachance's at about 3 o'clock, slees: that is to say, intensely cold with not too there that night and take to the forest on our much snow, I went early to bed on the four- snow-shoes early the next morning-a lon: teenth fully assured that the next morning day's march, a night in the snow, and the would bring Michel. The thickly frosted another tramp for half a day wouid bring windows told me, when I awoke, that the to the grounds we intended to hunt. . thermometer was very low even in my room, morning pipe is scarcely smoked when Anand it required some consideration before I toine drives up to the door; the dark coat, could take a leap into my bath, the water in his famous mare is covered with frost ; and an which was almost ice. How comfortable he flings a buffalo robe over her, she puss the coal-fire looks when I get down stairs back her ears and paws the snow impatier and I am all right, when my old housekeeper, eager to get home. looking severely over her spectacles, says, How unlike the two men are: Antoine, . “your savage has been down stairs speerin' little dark French Canadian, has all the r. aboot this hour." “All right, send him up, vacity and small talk of his race, and w5-: Mrs. Bruce."

I succeed in getting him to sit by the tir. A light, almost noiseless, step comes along and take a cup of hot coffee and a bit :. the passage and Michel glides quietly into steak, dear me, how he does talk and h: the room—a man about forty years of age, he laughs ; what a contrast to the quiet sor.of middle height, broad shoulders and deep bre man who is going about my room superchest, with rather bow legs, clad in a dark , intending the final preparations for our de blanket coat, his thick waist girt by a crim- parture! The men are very courteous to son sash from which hangs a heavy hilted each other ; but I notice that Antoine :hunting knife in a sheath of deer skin, gaily ways defers at once to Michel. At lasti worked with beads and porcupine quills. is ready and Antoine having stowed away! His feet and hands are small, and his provisions in his comfortable box sleigh, is swarthy face has the haggard look which I guns, snow-shoes and Indian sleighs are a.. have noticed in many of these men, the re packed, and then we all jump in. We do sult, I fancy, of the great privations and scend the narrow steep hills leading es hardships which they sometimes have to en- from ihe old town, and are soon on the is dure. His keen eyes are small and black, rette road then we begin to know how o and over the collar of his coat, a plentiful it really is—the wind cuts like a knife, and supply of jet black hair falls down, coarse our frozen breath curls up into the air in as a horse's mane. In manner, the man is smoke and covers our coat collars, capsan quiet, easy and self-possessed.

hair with a white frost. While we are at breakfast, Michel quietly Now we have crossed the valley of these unfolds his budget of news. The chances for Charles and passed through the village a successful chasse are good-his brother- Lorette. The road becomes much nur in-law, Antoine, has been out looking after rower and the fir trees growing thick and some traps and shooting grouse and hares close on each side give a welcome sher" for the market, and reports many cariboo from the wind. Passing over a successic. tracks—the lakes and rivers were all frozen of steep hills we dive down into the prime two weeks ago—the snow is not too deep val forest along a very narrow road on wha? and the cold is on the increase-Antoine the snow lies soft and deep. The busha would have finished marketing and all his each side is very thick, and I notice ths


dotted track of the Alpine hare in every di. stories with a mimicry that convulses the rection.

two boys and even draws a grim smile from "Arrive," shouts Antoine, and the mare Michel who sits next me smoking silently. trotting very fast for about half a mile stops I had, during the evening, made arrangesuddenly at Madame Lachance's, which is ments that Madame's eldest son should come our terminus for that day and our point of with us in the capacity of cook and wooddeparture for the next.

cutter, as it is no joke to get home to camp The house or rather cabin is nothing more after a hard day's work and find no fire and than a backwoods shanty formed of hewn no dinner. So in the morning having breaklogs—the roof is of bark and the smoke fasted we at once commenced to pack our finds exit through the pipe of the stove traps on the two toboggins, or Indian which is carried out through the gable. sleighs, which we brought with us from Madame comes out to welcome us. She is Quebec. a tall, bony, gray-haired woman with a sun- I have with me a double Westley-Richards tanned face, and the bare arm she holds up shot gun and a double Purdy rifle. to shade her eyes is as dark and muscular as We slip on our snow-shoes and starta blacksmith's; but the good soul is very each Indian drawing a toboggin by stout hospitable and keeps repeating her welcome, deer-skin thongs passed over the shoulder until we all crowd into the one room which and under the arm-pits. The party now is all her house ; a huge double stove is consists of four—the two Indians, Lachance burning fiercely almost in the middle of the and myself, and passing down a few yards room, and a large bed curtained with a very from the cabin the road ends and we strike gay patterned print takes up a large portion into the woods—the primeval forest, which of what small space remains—a deal table is to be our home for the next two weeks. and a few home-made chairs with basswood Michel has decided to make for Lac Rond, seats comprise the rest of the furniture, while a favourite hunting ground of his; and, after

; an open cupboard in one corner exhibits the a couple of hours' walk, we reach the river family crockery of a splendid yellow, bright leading to the lake, now, of course, frozen, and clean, of which the old lady is not a and covered with about six inches of snow. little proud. Coming from la ville,of The walking is good and we calculate to course, I am expected to tell Madame all reach the lake in a day and a half ; the the news, which she receives with oft uplifted scenery is wild but rather monotonous ; the hands and a running comment of never mountains, not of any great height, are very more than one word—thus I tell of the last much alike; and the white highway on which large fire, "misère," the new railway, "bonté;" we are travelling winds about, offering to the price of wood, "liens—while the frequent view snow scenes—the one you are looking pinch of snuff she indulges in is constantly at being the counterpart of the one you have stayed midway to its destination, while she just left behind. But the air is splendid listens intently to a glowing description of cold and bracing, and although I had taken the last fashionable marriage. The mare an excellent breakfast at Madame Lachance's having been made comfortable forthe night, I am not sorry when Michel calls a halt for Antoine comes in.

dinner. Cold pork, biscuit and a cup of Madame's two sons, stout lads of 19 and tea—a pipe and an hour's rest and off we 17 come home from chopping in the bush, go again until four o'clock, when Michel and after supper we all draw round the stove turns off the river into the forest and selects and spend a couple of hours in talking. a place to camp for the night. We have Antoine is now in his glory and tells his done a good twenty miles, and I am


hungry again, so we all set to work to form last year are bundled into the chimney—a a camp, and this is how we do it. The snow match is applied, and instantly a ruddy flame for about 10 feet by 6 is cleared away-all leaps up and makes the old hut look quite of us at work, using our snow-shoes as cheerful. Leaving the men to get the cabin shovels, and thrown up on each side forms in order I light my pipe and stroll back to a trench about 1/2 feet deep. One of the I look at the lake, which I take to be about men then goes off for fuel, and soon a roar- two miles in width, and apparently round in ing fire is blazing up in the middle of the shape, from whence it takes its simple name. trench, over which a forked stick suspends Frozen to a depth of six or eight inches, and the cooking pot, while a thick layer of spruce covered with about the same quantity of boughs, on each side of the fire, makes a snow, the even surface lies before me lookvery comfortable seat and bed for the night; ing cold and dreary in the intense stillness stout stakes planted in the snow at each of that calm winter evening. The round end of the trench, and sloping towards the mountains, clothed with forest trees of small fire, are covered with pine orspruce branches, growth and snow-covered summits, surround affording a good shelter. We are soon very it on all sides, and seem in some places to snug; the fire leaps and crackles, sending come sheer down to the water's edge ; but if up showers of sparks into the frosty air, and you were to make the circuit of the lake, you tinging the forest trees near by with a red would find that all round it there lies, between light; but the Indians have done a hard the water-mark and mountains, a thick belt day's work and we are all ready for sleep as of dark spruce, varying in width from one soon as supper is over, so rolling myself up hundred yards to half a mile, while large in my blanket, with my feet to the blaze, I patches of cranberry bushes--the favourite am soon sound asleep on one side of the fire resort of the grouse—rear their sturdy stems and the three men on the other are snoring by the lake side under the shelter of the heavily. The men replenishing the fire dur- spruce. Nothing can exceed the sombre ing the night wake me up once or twice, appearance or dreary solitude of a caniboo but I sleep well, and in the morning rise swamp at about the evening hour-the dark fresh, and, I am almost ashamed to write it, formal trees, almost black in colour, throw 2 hungry again ; but this wolfish appetite is a deep gloom around, which the near moule leading feature in camp life, and one seems tains serve to deepen, while long festoons of at all times ready to eat.

grey moss depending from their stems sway Breakfast over we are off at half-past seven, to and fro in the moaning wind, and give a and by two o'clock, hurrah ! turning a sharp weird and ghastly appearance to the scene, bend in the river we come suddenly on the But it is this strange looking moss which famous Lac Rond. Following Michel we I have seen hanging yards in length that skirt the lake for about half a mile, then forms the favourite food of the cariboo deer, turn into the bush for a few yards, and halt and makes Michel consider this lake in parbefore a small log-hut half buried in snow, ticular one of his best hunting grounds. which the men commence to clear away, and when I return to camp I find the men have entering the cabin I find a good sized cham- put everything in order, the snow round the ber, rather low in the roof, with a wide chim-cabin is all cleared away, a goodly pile of ney, the lower part of which is built of round dry wood is collected for the night, and stones from the lake, while the upper portion through the open door I see a large cheeris of thick bark. The small quantity of snow ful fire burning brightly. which has drifted in is swept out, and the Next morning Pierre goes off at dawn, dry spruce boughs which formed the beds of | and, as soon as breakfast is over, Michel who is in high spirits, takes his departure, tance from me he thrashes away at the cranleaving me alone with Lachance, and ex- | berry bushes with the ash stick, and soon, plaining before he goes that I am to remain almost at his feet, a grouse rises with a loud in camp, for that on finding the fresh tracks whirr, and flying across me on balanced of cariboo he will come at once for me, and pinions, makes for the spruce wood at a trewe are then to stalk the deer together. Even mendous pace. I shoot well in front of him, at this remote period my ears will tingle and the bird pitching forward falls dead in when I think of the terrible error, as a

the snow.

Lachance waits quietly until he sportsman, which I committed on that glo- sees I have re-loaded, and on we go again. nous winter day. Michel had been away This time a brace of splendid cock birds about an hour, and, seated on a log near rising together cross me at about thirty the cabin, I was smoking my pipe, and yards; the opportunity for a right and left trying not to feel impatient, when Lachance shot is not to be lost, aud I take advantage passed on his way to the lake for water. of it, both birds are down, and the mounVery soon afterwards I hear the beat of his tain echo roars back--bang ! bang! The snow-shoes, and see him coming back at a boy is delighted, and so on we go, until I trot without his bucket. I see at once that bag five brace of splendid birds. Towards there is something up, so knocking the ashes the end of this impromptu battue the grouse out of my pipe, I advance to meet him. had got somewhat wild, and a few birds Turning his head, he points back at the rising while I loaded got away without being lake, and whispers excitedly : “ Une belle shot at, and as we return I see one of them bande de perdrix !“By Jove," thinks I, sitting on the dead branch of a spruce, and " the very thing : I can knock over a few with outstretched neck intently watching us. brace; it will pass the time, and the birds I point the bird out to Lachance, and will be a valuable addition to our larder.” placing my gun in his hand tell him to shoot So I return to the cabin, throw off my blan- —he takes a good half-minute aim, and then ket coat, and taking my Westley-Richards knocks the grouse over—the boy bags his in hand I place a stout ash stick in Lachan-game, and coming towards me looks out at ce's eager fingers, and we both make for the the lake and exclaims : “Here comes Micranberries. The perdrix de savane,

or chel." swamp partridge, as the Canadians call this The Indian hunter nears us rapidly, combird, is properly speaking a grouse-a splen- ing with a long, swinging stride, and handdid bird, very strong on the wing and deli- ing me my gun, Lachance trots off to meet cious eating, but in these wilds extremely him ; but there is something about Michel's stupid-so much so, that I have seen a cock look and gait that makes me think all is not bird stand four shots from a very short-sighted well, and when the lad reaches him he man who was trying his hand with a pea- stops a moment and I can hear the volley rifle. On reaching the bushes I see the of abuse which he pours out on the head of fresh tracks of a large pack of grouse which that ingenuous youth. Poor Lachance with have come out of the swamp to have a cran- many shrugs of his shoulders seems to be berry breakfast, and telling Lachance to trying to excuse himself, but apparently it move slowly on my right, I keep twenty won't do, and, calling him a tête de veau, yards behind him, knowing that the birds Michel brushes past and goes straight to will lay like stones, and when flushed will camp. Lachance then comes to me and in Ay across me to the cover, which is on my a few words makes me acquainted with the left. The boy understands his work well ; cause of the Indian's wrath. In order that moving slowly, and keeping his right dis- you may fully appreciate the sad sporting


blunder which I committed that morning, we , Michel the exact position of the deer; rising will follow Michel in his search for fresh on his knees he takes a rapid survey of the deer tracks. On leaving the camp that ground, and then gently steals forward to an morning he turned along the margin of the excellent shelter formed by the trunks of lake and entering the spruce woods, which I two forest trees which have fallen across have already described, he hunts it carefully each other. For a minute or two the Indian backwards and forwards, beating his ground 'lies buried deep in the snow, and then as close and careful as a well-trained pointer;, carefully raising his head he peers keenly but though he sees many tracks of deer, 'over the barricade—and this is what he none are fresh, and he has nearly made sees—a small, open space in the middle of half the circuit of the lake without suc- which an old and blasted spruce, leaning cess when he comes quite suddenly on many feet from the perpendicular, the deep track of two deer. There is no spreads forth its withered branches, beneath need to stoop and examine the tracks; his which stands a magnificent buck caribou. practised eye tells him at once that not with upturned head, nibbling at the long more than two hours have elapsed since the festoon of moss which hangs from the tree. deer have passed. They had come over pausing now and again to rub his anter the mountain facing the cabin, and he against the dry boughs. Almost at the fear knows well are now feeding in the spruce of the buck lies a splendid doe. Her ladyswamp by the lake and very likely not more ship has evidently breakfasted, and is lazily than a mile off. Swift as a hound, he runs licking her nut-brown, glossy side. Nlicaci along the track until fresh signs warn him gazes with all the admiration of a true-born that the dull beat of his snowshoes on the hunter and, being satisfied that the deer w." soft snow must cease. He stops and lis remain in the swamp for that day, at least, tens intently for some time and taking care- he is about to retrace his steps and returi ful note of the wind again advances, but for me, when boom across the lake comes now only at a walk, with head slightly bent that unlucky shot of mine, and the mousand ear turned in the direction to which the tains' echo answers hoarsely back.

Su: deer tracks leads he moves quietly and care pressing an oath of surprise, Michel is swiftis fully without the slightest noise, well aware down behind his ambush and buried in tre that a false step—the snapping of a dry snow, listens intently. “Que diable,” he thinks, bough or an unlucky fall may alarm the “what can it mean? Doubtless some acc.cariboo, which he knows are now close at dental discharge of a rifle; 'tis well the hand; he has just paused to listen when a cariboo are not off.” Thus thinking, be familiar sound reaches his ear-clack ! | raises his head again and peers over the los clack ! a low indistinct rattle. If you or I in front of him, but he looks on another heard it we would not pay much attention, picture now. Both deer are on their feet. but it is music to this keen, sagacious hun- and slightly thrown back on their haunches ter and, faint as the sound is, he knows it to with outspread legs and heads erect are be the noise made by the antlers of a buck as gazing fixedly in the direction from which he rubs his head against the branches of a the sound has come. The Indian is just forest tree. Michel now takes off his snow beginning to hope that the deer may pus shoes, and laying his gun on them he creeps sibly calm down, when again bang! bans' forward on hands and knees, frequently my unfortunate gun awakes that dread:u stopping to listen ; then on again, stealthy echo. Well, the deer can't stand that you and silent, as a cat. The bleating call of a know, and wheeling round with a veloc:o) buck rises on the frosty air, and gives that sends a fountain of snow high into the

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