196 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



reader who would not accept the hospitality 

 of a dinner of roast brant must not expect 

 a repeated invitation to clam hash and buck- 

 wheat pancakes soaked in maple syrup. 

 Why, the remembrance of such a delicacy 

 lingers with me so long that I have to fight 

 my lips at this writing to prevent them 

 smacking together. Don't you wish for a 

 plate of clams just now ? Wait a day longer, 

 and we'll invite you to oysters. Cook says 

 he knows the spot for them. There was a 

 little too heavy ice to-day. They are such 

 nice, fat, tender little fellows, one has just to 

 open his mouth and they move right along. 

 They are just so delicious, the inclination to 

 keep them moving can't be resisted. 



This is the spot for an outing for a worn-out, 

 dragged-down, no-appetite, nervous, crotchety, 

 cranky individual. A fortnight here, if he 

 has an inclination andl knows how to use a 

 gun, with all the make-up, on such a cruise 

 would transform him almost into an angel of 

 light. When the island was reached, a couple 

 of S.'s friends from Wallace were there to see 

 him, interested in his success. These, of 

 course, opened their eyes as our pile of birds 



