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dinner, which every one enjoyed with great gusto. 

 Roast moose, boiled salmon, baked partridges, baked 

 potatoes, as white as snow, preserved wild strawberries 

 and plenty of rich butter and cream made up the bill 

 of fare ; no wonder that the dinner was a success. But 

 the lovers must be off if they were to keep ahead of 

 the chase. Father Lamorieux promised to watch for 

 the expected pursuers as he descended the river, and if 

 he met them, to assure them that pursuit was useless, 

 as he had made Frank and Anita man and wife, and no 

 power on earth could now dissolve the bond. Amid 

 the clamor of tin pans, of rousing cheers and of wav- 

 ing hats, our lovers stepped into Frank's canoe. They 

 now had no use for Anita's canoe, and they could make 

 better time against the stream with one canoe than the 

 two, so they gave it as a present to Father Lamorieux. 

 Thus cheered on their way, they happily pushed up the 

 great river and were soon lost to sight. 



Two brooks as clear as crystal form the head waters 

 of "Our Lake," and on the right hand of the main 

 stream, as you go up to the dam, the larger of the two 

 plunges down the side of a ridge in a succession of 

 bounding leaps, the tumultuous waters cutting a sharp 

 gash in the side of the ridge. Here and there is a 

 shelf, where the water has touched solid rock, has 

 spread out right and left, and has thus washed away the 

 encumbering soil leaving a space large enough to build 

 a cabin or two upon. One of these is so high above 



