lOO THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



the load on his wagon at the present time was window- 

 o-lass intended for the new domicile that he was now 

 erecting. I inquired, "What will you charge to take us 

 with our lueeaofe to Mae^anetawan to-morrow ?" He re- 

 plied, " It is worth about six dollars, but I don't think I can 

 do it to-morrow." I observed that his manner was some- 

 what hesitating. Chris was not entirely satisfied with him- 

 self and his answer. I said to him, " Chris, remove your 

 load and take us to Maganetawan to-morrow, and I will give 

 you twelve dollars for the job." A smile came over his 

 face ; it was evident that I had won. In a few moments 

 he said, " The load shall come off my wagon and you shall 

 be in Maganetawan to-morrow night. What hour do you 

 wish to start?" I said, "You may suit yourself in that 

 matter." He replied, "All right; let us get away from 

 here very early. I will call you at four o'clock." 



It was about fifteen minutes after four when Chris 

 knocked at my door the next morning. I was then already 

 dressed, and so was the photographer, who had occupied 

 the room with me during the night. We followed Chris 

 down-stairs and there found Mr. Struce, who was at this 

 moment standing with his gun in hand ready to accompany 

 us. We had not yet spoken together ; he had learned 

 that Chris was engaged to take myself and the artist to 

 Maganetawan, and had determined to accompany us. He 

 had already made an arrangement with Chris, and was 

 now ready to start, instead of waiting for the Bess stage 

 until a late hour. He greeted us pleasantly when we came 

 into his presence that morning, saying, " Good-morning, 

 gentlemen. I have determined to travel with you to-day, 



