i 4 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



foxhounds, all perfectly in keeping with the life 

 that surrounds them, on the very spot where, 

 three hundred years ago, clustered the teepees of 

 the red men of Hochelaga ! 



Your wandering crony, 



J. P. W. 



P.S. -I have just come back from the base- 

 ball match, and am not much impressed by the 

 game (which is difficult to understand) or the 

 play. Though unable to judge of it as a whole, 

 I could not help noticing that the fielding was 

 infamous. Catches, my dear, which a village 

 team would have secured were missed over and 

 over again by these ' champions,' and no one 

 seemed surprised. I am told that the long 

 winter, and sodden condition of the ground when 

 . the thaw sets in, ruin any cricket-ground which 

 is attempted near Montreal ; but even if this 

 were not so, I doubt if our Canadian cousins 

 have the same genius for cricket as those other 

 cousins of ours in the antipodes. The worst 

 trait, my husband says, both of Canadian and 

 Yankee character, is the want of enthusiasm for 

 games which require physical exertion. Almost 

 all the base-ball players, for instance, are pro- 

 fessionals, and there is a very serious cash com- 

 petition for the services of any exceptionally good 



