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captain would not realize much from that dinner. This 

 man did not come to the supper-table. His appetite re- 

 minded me of an Indian at a feast, laying in a stock for 

 several days. We stopped at Pratt's Hotel, newly gotten 

 up and finished. The proprietor is a Bostonian ; he re- 

 fused the other party, who got accommodations a little 

 below. During the night they got up and stole all the 

 whiskey that the landlord had. Rosseau is pretdly situated 

 at the head of the lake. The hotel occupies a prominent 

 location. The proprietor informed us that last summer it 

 was full oi guests from Boston and its surroundings. Mr. 

 Pratt knows how to run a hotel, and his charges are cer- 

 tainly reasonable, as is shown by the fact that for bed and 

 breakfast he demands only seventy-five cents. The hotel 

 has since burned down ; the capacity at that time being 

 about one hundred guests. 



We made arrangements with the driver of the mail to 

 take us and our paraphernalia to Maganetawan. Our 

 coach was a laree farm-waeon without a cover and minus 

 springs. It was pleasanter without the first, and >ve were 

 on the road but a short time when we discovered why it 

 was without the second. The road, if such it could be 

 called, was so stony that no springs could stand the jour- 

 ney without being demolished. After an early breakfast 

 the wagon drove up to the door, and one of our party 

 opened his eyes at the prodigious turnout. He said that 

 he would prefer a spring-wagon ; so would we, but there 

 was no alternative. Thirty-five miles had to be travelled 

 before we reached our destination. We took our guns 

 and rods, and the driver then informed us that with our- 



