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man. There is a something in the delicious aroma of 

 the resinous woods which induces a perfect repose, ob- 

 tainable, in my experience, throug/i no other means. 

 A sound, sweet, wholesome, and yet not heavy sleep ; 

 quiet and dreamless, and from which you awake, not 

 drowsy and cross, but with a buoyancy of spirits, a 

 strength of body and clearness of mind which make 

 even hard daily toil seem a mere pastime. And so, 

 with thankful hearts sank we to rest on this our first 

 night at St. Ignace. There are no black flies on the 

 Island, and the season was too far advanced for 

 mosquitoes to be troublesome ; facts which added not a 

 little to our serenity of mind and took away the last 

 excuse for ill-humor. 



The next morning, after partaking of a breakfast 

 which fully sustained Jim's reputation as a cook, 

 " Squills " and " Bluffy " agreed to go out in the larger 

 of the two boats, leaving the small one for me. They 

 were provided with various kinds of bait, including frogs, 

 worms, grubs, grasshoppers, and minnows, as well as a 

 goodly supply of spoons and other lures. I had decided 

 upon trying flies for the first day, and if found effect- 

 ive I intended to stick to them. The boys anchored 

 out at about a hundred yards from shore and went to 

 work ; and I moved slowly along the coast-line, closely 

 examining the bottom and the lay of the submerged 

 rocks, as well as the trend of the contiguous land. When 

 an angler is in strange waters he will find this prelim- 

 inary survey to be always a paying operation. By 



