I og THE SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE; 



tions to Deity, when he travels along nature's highways 

 and views this magnificent scenery. It is a more eloquent 

 and forcible sermon than has ever been preached from any 

 pulpit in Christendom. 



It is, to me, a sincere regret that I cannot picture to 

 the mind of the reader the beauty and grandeur of these 

 scenes ; and likewise that I cannot convey to him the un- 

 speakable pleasures and the gratitude which I felt while 

 worshipping at nature's shrine in these grand forests. I 

 sincerely wish that the whole world could enjoy these 

 things as I enjoyed them ; but neither the author nor the 

 photographer can present them with nature's power. 



Having spent the day very pleasantly, surrounded with 

 novel scenes, we retired early to our tents for repose ; but 

 sounds which were novel to my ears soon aroused me from 

 my slumbers, and I listened more than half an hour to the 

 mingled bowlings of a pack of wolves. These animals 

 are not dangerous to mankind ; they differ widely from 

 European wolves, and are principally troublesome in this 

 country because of their sheep-killing proclivities. This 

 music that we heard to-night, the howling of the wolves, 

 was repeated every night for more than a month ; in fact, 

 we heard it nightly as long as we remained in this dark 

 wilderness. 



These serenades were the only evidences we had of 

 their existence, until after the snow had fallen so as to 

 render perceptible their tracks, which were then occasion- 

 ally discovered. 



The forenoon of the next day, October 7, was spent 

 in trout-fishing, grouse-shooting, and exploring the sur- 



