2i 4 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



we forgave the camp-followers, whose noisy 

 solicitude for our welfare must have frightened 

 all the moose in the province. 



The day's work for those in camp had not 

 been a dull one, nor, as far as we could judge by 

 the beds of fresh pine-brush and the dish of 

 trout, an unprofitable one. That night, our 

 buffalo-rug covered as tired and happy a couple 

 as any out of Paradise ; nor was it until the long 

 howling of an old gray wolf, not far from our 

 door, awoke the lady, that she felt either fear or 

 discomfort in this somewhat savage nest. How- 

 ever, like most wild beasts, wolves fear men even 

 when asleep more than men fear them, and being 

 a sensible woman, Mrs. P. W. accepted my assur- 

 ances on this subject, and for the rest of her 

 stay in our log shanty, rather looked forward to 

 the wolfs serenade as part of the programme of 

 the beautiful forest nights. 



You should see, Pat, if you cannot induce your 

 wife to try a Canadian lumberer's hut for a change. 

 No-matter-where is better worth visiting than 

 Brighton, not more dangerous, and less expen- 

 sive. 



Yours truly, 



C. P. W. 



