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of the gum, and the constant faUing of the 

 acorns, all remind one that the hunting sea- 

 son is here. The guns must be cleaned, ar- 

 rangements must be made for the next hunt. 

 What shall I hunt? where shall I go? and like 

 questions come up. In fact, thoughts come 

 crowding in so fast upon me that I must has- 

 ten to select time, place, and companions for 

 the coming hunt. 



About the first of September found me 

 ready for a hunt after caribou, moose, and 

 deer in New Brunswick. The trip through 

 the Thousand Islands, and down the St. Law- 

 rence, with the shooting of the rapids, was in- 

 teresting, but I was after bigger game. Ar- 

 riving at Quebec I lost no time in taking a 

 train at Levis for Campbelltown, my destina- 

 tion by rail. 



At Quebec my trunk was to be examined, 

 but it was passed promptly; and right here let 

 me say a kind word about the universally 

 courteous treatment received by me in all my 

 trips into Canada, better treatment than I 

 have received on my return to my own country, 

 with but one exception — that from the cus- 



