OR, THE LAKE LANDS OF CANADA. 33 



Our arrival at the camp had taken place on Saturday 

 evening, and consequently our first breakfast was partaken 

 of on Sunday morning, while we were seated around the 

 camp-fire at about nine o'clock. This meal had been 

 promptly prepared by our guides as their first duty in the 

 morning, but the next thing in order was the pitching of 

 their leaky canoes, a labor that engaged their attention 

 about two hours. 



Scarcely had this work been completed when the loud 

 baying of the hound the only dog now remaining with 

 the party was heard in the swamp not far distant from 

 our camp. This hound had been extravagantly praised 

 by Chief John, the owner, during our short acquaintance 

 with him, but I think every other person in the party was 

 inclined to look on him as a worthless animal. The chief 

 now shouted to us joyfully, " Hear the music ; get your 

 guns ; my hound is running a deer. I wish to station you 

 on the run-ways coming into the lake." His orders were 

 obeyed with alacrity ; we were stationed ; all were joyful ; 

 but it was soon apparent from the sounds emitted by the 

 hound that he was running in small circles, neither leaving 

 nor approaching the lake, and could not, therefore, be 

 chasing a deer, which never runs in this manner, but was 

 unquestionably running a rabbit. The chief guide called 

 us away from the run-ways, after having kept us there 

 about an hour. While standing around the camp-fire im- 

 mediately after our return from the run-ways, Jim said to 

 Chief John, "Your dog was chasing a rabbit and not a 

 deer." The chief replied, " I have never known him to do 

 so before." It was, however, subsequently admitted by the 



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