100 THE ST. REGIS AND SARANACS. 



The truth of history requires me to add that in-fore we 

 reached the long carry, the Editor and Chris, saw still 

 another deer, and thai after we had taken our boats above 

 the bridge and before we reached the lake, in the darkness. 

 we drove out two more that " whistled " and tied away, 

 making five or six that we saw or heard that evening. No- 

 body in the region wa> able to inform me whether any lone 

 and solitary boatman had ever been attacked ;md trampled 

 to death by these wandering herds. It is well, howexer. 

 to go down that river well armed. 



Soon after the deer's adventure with us, (it didn't exactly 

 seem to be our adventure, under the circumstances.) we 

 came to a >hingle maker's dcM-rted. little hark shanty. In 

 the fast waning light we went ashore, and while lunching 

 stretched our weary limbs in the only dry place we had 

 seen since the storm broke upon us. \Ve left onr hag of 

 potatoes and some other provisions, for the next partx that 

 might make an expedition here. The old woodsmen are 

 accustomed to make these impromptu >-IK-/X. and invariably. 

 when reaching a deserted camp, hunt about to find some 

 thing that may have been left by any party preceding 

 them. A half-peck of potatoes is always an acceptable 

 "find," and a few lemons are gratefully appreciated, while 

 a piece of fat pork hid under the bark-roof is not despised. 

 Genuine food in the wilderness, with the nearest provision 

 store twenty miles away, and the stock on hand reduced to 

 low ebb, is pri/ed like water in the desert. 



When we started out for our long tramp over the carry 

 it was dark on the river, but the forest \\a< hlackne^ ii> ( If. 



