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donned this morning. Our fishing clothes' and para- 

 phernalia were packed in large canvas bags, toilet arti- 

 cles, etc., in grip sacks, and all else left in our Saratoga 

 trunks, and in charge of the hotel manager until our 

 return. At 11 o'clock we walked down to the beach 

 where David and the Captain met us with our respec- 

 tive canoes. I asked " Dah-veede " (he was very 

 particular about the pronunciation of his name), "how 

 shall I dispose of myself in this cranky thing ? " " Sit 

 down on the bottom, sir." The latter part of the sit- 

 ting process was rather emphatic. I wondered how I 

 was to get up ! All being on board the good clialoupe 

 Quebec, the sails were spread to the breeze, and by one 

 o'clock we had beat out of the bay, down the Sague- 

 nay, and were on the St. Lawrence. As we sailed, 

 the canoes which had been in tow were hoisted on 

 deck ; one, turned upon its side, was lashed to the 

 shrouds of the vessel on either side, and the third, 

 turned bottom up, was laid upon the cabin deck. The 

 wind was N. W., and favorable, so that we made about 

 eight knots an hour. "We landed at Escomains, to take 

 on board Pierre Jacques, a full-blooded Indian, pos- 

 sessing the usual characteristics of his race laziness 

 and love of whiskey. He was Mr. Macdonough's guide ; 

 and, despite the weaknesses mentioned, proved a good 

 guide and a most skilful canoeist. We continued to 

 sail until ten o'clock at night, when we dropped anchor. 

 The night was dark and rainy, the wind fresh, and the 

 river very rough, causing our little craft to dance, roll, 



