116 NEW BRUNSWICK. 
CHAPTER YL 
NEW BRUNSWICK. 
One bright moonlight niglit in the earlj part of Sum- 
mer, a heavy wagon, drawn by two powerful horses, was 
bowling along one of the dreary level roads of the 
province of E'ew Brunswick. It was loaded down with 
trunks on the rack, barrels under the seats, that were 
built on springs above the sides for that purpose, and 
bundles and bags innumerable in the bottom, and two 
long leathern cases that suggested salmon rods. It car- 
ried three men ; the driver, tall and spare, with a shrewd 
eye, and long, curly, black hair, was turned half-way 
round in the seat, assuming an attitude that combined 
comfort with facility of conversation. On the back seat, 
a middle aged gentleman, whose hair and beard were 
silvered o'er, but whose eye was bright as in his earliest 
youth, and a younger man of stout build with brownish 
hair and beard. Their talk was of the forest, and many 
thrilling tales of danger, or exciting ones of the chase, 
were told; vivid descriptions of how the moose, the 
caribou, the red deer, met his fate ; stories of the tiger, 
the wild boar, the rhinoceros and unwieldy elephant ; or 
peaceful description of killing the beautiful trout, the 
fierce, striped bass, or the voracious mascallonge. The 
time wore pleasantly away as they passed along between 
