CHAPTER II 

 THE STORY OF LOT'S WIFE 



"Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green 

 Sleeves." MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. 



THERE lives in New Brunswick, Canada, a farmer, 

 trapper, guide, naturalist and self-taught botanist whose 

 name is Henry Braithwaite, and whose years number 

 sixty-seven. Ten years ago I tried to obtain his serv- 

 ices as a guide, but was informed by his spokesman, 

 who acted for him in his absence, that he was engaged 

 ahead for some three years. He is almost as well 

 known among the sportsmen of Great Britain as he is 

 among those of the United States. His clients from 

 the "Tight Little Island" include many members of 

 the British nobility, as well as business men, bankers 

 and professional men of that sport-loving people. 



Among the citizens of Fredericton he is familiarly 

 known as "Uncle Henry," while to the natives, the 

 guides and the trappers he is " Harry Birthrite." 



That I might spend a short hunting season with him 

 this year he managed, by cutting off a few days at the 

 end of one engagement and a few days at the begin- 

 ning of another, to give me thirteen days and a half 

 during the latter part of September and the early days 

 of October. 



We left Fredericton at 6:30 P. M., September 28th, 



