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If the fishing was not conducted in the finest 

 style of the art it fulfilled all the requirements 

 of these anglers, and there were jolly gatherings 

 around the camp-fire, whether it blazed in the free 

 air or roared within the rusty iron walls of the stove. 



In those days the Point afforded good fox- 

 hunting, as in days long before when Uncle Bill 

 Williams and the old Meaches hunted there 

 with their gaunt, melodious-voiced, old-fashioned 

 hounds and were succeeded by Uncle Bill's sons, 

 John Thorpe, and others of a generation of Nim- 

 rods, who, in turn, have departed to happier 

 hunting-grounds than these are now. 



We who came later had excellent sport, for at 

 least one litter of foxes was sure to be raised there 

 every year, and besides these residents transient 

 visitors were likely enough to be started. 



A fox running before hounds would keep a 

 course conforming to the shore-line and thus make 

 the circuit of the Point, crossing from one side to 

 the other near the heads of the two bays, and 

 would so repeat the circuit till killed, run to earth, 

 or run off the Point along one or the other shore to 

 the Cove Woods, McNiell's Point, or the hills. 

 A single hunter stood a reasonable chance of get- 

 ting a shot, while if there were two or more, prop- 

 erly posted, one of these was almost sure of a 

 chance, though by no means so certain of the fox, 

 who sometimes safely ran the gantlet of half a 



