118 THE ST. ilEGIS AND SARANACS. 



Paurs. It was a right merry party, and they laughed and 

 chatted and drank St. Gei'niain's "pop-beer" with a 

 charming air of confidence in its integrit}', — as deliglited 

 with every tiling as if they were enjo3'ing an after-theater 

 lunch at Delmonico's. The last we saw of them they were 

 setting off, ladies, children and all, on their two-mile walk 

 over the carry, with light, tripping steps and the merriest 

 laughter, as if walking down the la\yu at home, after tea, 

 for a boat ride on the river. 



This was not quite the sort of sunshine and romance 

 one would be looking out for on a carry, but it is precisely 

 the thing not uncommon on these forest thoroughfares 

 among the St. Regis and Saranac waters, — a region which 

 has charms of its own for the gentler sex and all others 

 who want to see the woods and waters in their primitive 

 state, with "improvements." The sportsman is crowded, 

 every year, into remoter regions ; but there is room enough 

 for him, and he ought not to grudge some little portion of 

 his realm to beaut}^ and childhood. He must, however, 

 heed the "move on," which the increasing multitudes utter 

 all along his favorite haunts. If he is a seusiljle, generous 

 and gentle-hearted sportsman, he will not grumble at this 

 and talk of "Murray's fools," but will rejoice that it is 

 possible for so manj^ to share with him the forest and its 

 beuetits to health and heart. The unexplored wilderness is 

 close at hand, and it is his if he will but seize it. Let the 

 wife and children joiu'ney over, and enjoy, the favorite old 

 ways, even if their presence frightens the deer to remoter 

 regions and the trout are to be sought in more secluded 

 haunts. 



