TIME RECORD. — TAT.K AND TOBACCO. 12l 



My return to Paul Smith's, alone, that afternoon, secured 

 to nie a " time record " which gave me a day's distinction, 

 and which, I presume, " Charky " Martin, Paul's brother- 

 in-law and chief manager and useful man in general, 

 rememl jers to this day ; and I expect him to vouch for it. 



I left the Saranac House at three o'clock, walked the four- 

 mile carry in tift3'-seven minutes; rowed through a heavy 

 sea across Big Clear Pond, about four miles, in thirty-tive 

 minutes: then rested, at St. Germain's, twenty-tive min- 

 utes; walked the two-mile carry in half an hour, and rowed 

 through Upper St. Regis, and the connecting streams, four 

 miles, in forty minutes, to Paul Smith's, — and that evening 

 walked the verandah half an ho.ur, with a friend I found 

 there, for exercise! Thanks to the woods for that I 



I think my story staggered some of the guides, but 

 "Charley," whose guest I was, believed it — at least, he did 

 not venture anything to the contrary. I here re-atfirm it, 

 — and appeal to the country ! 



My halt at St. Germain's gave me an opportunity to 

 interview the old Frenchman. I opened his heart with a 

 liberal portion of the contents of ni}^ tobaco-pouch, and 

 with a dime or two unlocked — what I found still more com- 

 forting — his wife's pantry, whence she produced very 

 respectable doughnuts and cheese. The^ old man and I 

 smoked together, some time, and he talked volubly; but, 

 for the life of me, I could understand only a few of his 

 words, although I caught their woodsy and fishy spirit well 

 enough. The half -tamed boys were conquered by the same 

 means, and congratulated me on my successful vo3'age 



