112 THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



our photographer should take a camp picture prior to this 

 separation. That design, however, was frustrated by a 

 pouring rain that continued during the whole day prior to 

 his departure, September 29. This morning was clear and 

 bright. We were up and stirring before it was fairly light. 

 Having breakfasted. Captain Ross and Struce started for 

 Spence, where the latter expected to meet the stage from 

 Maganetawan, which was to take him to Rosseau on his 

 way home. The captain's deer-dogs have not been in 

 camp for the past twenty-four hours. I speak of the 

 captain's d^^^r-dogs instead of employing the word hounds, 

 for the reason that there is not a drop of hound blood in 

 their veins. These dogs are really mongrels, although I 

 presume the collie breed predominates. The collie breed 

 is highly praised by all the backwoodsmen with whom I 

 have come in contact in Canada. He is praised as a val- 

 uable house-dog, an excellent dog with cattle, and when 

 trained to run deer some claim to think him even superior 

 to the hound. 



The captain's dogs were certainly very good animals. 

 When placed on a deer's track they seldom failed to run 

 him to water, but the one fault which I desire here to men- 

 tion with regard to this entire breed of dogs is, that when 

 used in hunting deer they give very little " tongue." This 

 07ie defect in the dog deprives the sportsman of the ex- 

 citement and pleasure which he would otherwise feel in 

 listening to the voice of the running hound. To my ear 

 there are few sounds more charming, I listen eagerly to 

 this music in order to determine the approach of the deer, 

 and the hound's loud voice on a cool, frosty morning, 



