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Taking in a new supply of butter here, we dropped 

 down to Big Tupper's Lake. Hearing that a couple of 

 gentlemen were encamped here, we made them a morn- 

 ing call. They had a fine bark shanty enclosed on three 

 sides, with a fire in front. It looked nice and comforta- 

 ble, and quite homelike to me in the woods ; for I had 

 been accustomed to such quarters. " There," said I to 

 my companions, " that's the way to camp out." For the 

 prairie and desert a tent is all well enough, but it is out 

 of place in the woods. ' Bidding our fellow-travellers 

 adieu, we pulled leisurely up the lake. It was a warm 

 day, and we were glad to take the shadows of the 

 islands when we could. This is a handsome lake, and, 

 like the Saranac, filled with islands covered with heavy 

 forest trees. There is, however, no background of dis- 

 tant mountains as in Long and Kaquette Lakes. Moun- 

 tains of moderate height form a framework, but your 

 vision is bounded by the immediate shores. 



As we were passing one island, the guide said that 

 some hunters, two or three years ago, drove a deer 

 upon it. Taking the dogs over, they put them on the 

 track again, and drove him to the water's edge. But 

 the deer, when he reached the shore, found he was on 

 the brink of a precipice over thirty feet high. He was 



