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I go there?" "Sure," said John. "When are you 

 going back?" "To-morrow morning." "Mr. Oil- 

 man, order me a buckboard and driver to be here in 

 the morning." Foster followed the two fishermen the 

 next day to Lake Saccacoma, stopping at the In- 

 dians' house, which stands just east of our club 

 house on that lake. The next day with John and 

 "Bonom" for guides, he visited and fished in Lake 

 Saccacoma and Willey, and satisfied himself the 

 trout were there without any mistake. He returned 

 to St. Leon Springs, his rheumatism very much 

 better, paid his bill and started for Burlington, tak- 

 ing with him the fine catch of the day before. He 

 did not wish to make all the sports in the city crazy, 

 so calling a few choice friends in, he exhibited the 

 trout and told his fish story. As we knew him to 

 be a first class fisherman, we did not doubt his word 

 in the least, and the next day, saw the General, Gen- 

 eral Wells, General Jim Peck, Jonas Reed, and 

 myself, on our way to Canada. Procuring the nec- 

 essary supplies at Montreal, and taking the steamer, 

 "Trois Riviere," we were met in Lake St. Peter by 

 a small tug boat, which landed us just below the 

 bridge in "Riviere du Loup" as it was called then. 

 After the C. P. Railroad was built, the name was 

 changed to "Louisville," as there was another "Ri- 

 viere du Loup" below Quebec. In due time we 

 reached Bonom's house at Saccacoma Lake, and he 

 and his good wife (she was a bright woman, and 

 spoke good English), allowed us to camp in their 



