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ened by a bark from Mr. Lausier's dog, a large 

 Newfoundland, which slept on a rug in the sit- 

 ting room. I also heard some one walking down- 

 stairs, and, presuming it was some member of the 

 family, I dozed off again and slept soundly till 

 morning. 



When I came down for breakfast I noticed 

 that my host and his wife both looked as if they 

 had passed a sleepless night. As there were a 

 couple of young children, I concluded that the 

 babies had been troublesome. On the second 

 evening, which was a Saturday, my friend pro- 

 posed that we should drive over with his dog 

 team next morning, which would be that of Palm 

 Sunday, and attend service at the Indian Mission 

 This was most agreeable to me. It would afford 

 me the opportunity of meeting my esteemed 

 friend, Mr. R., the Hudson's Bay Agent, and at 

 the same time of paying my respects to the Revd. 

 Fathers. One of the neighbours had dropped in 

 and was to join us in our drive across the river. 

 We retired about half-past nine, for people in the 

 country, and especially those living on the North 

 Shore, do not keep late hours. When bidding 

 them good night I remarked for the first time 

 that I was alone upstairs, all the family and the 

 servant sleeping downstairs, and apparently all 

 in the same room. I was rather astonished at 

 this, as the room was only about fifteen feet 

 square. However, they had probably some good 



