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friend, and I at once thought of my old faithful Indian 

 guide, Mitchell. The last time I had heard from him, 

 he had travelled fifty miles to send the skin of a north- 

 ern diver to me in New York. 



In passing down the lake, we came opposite a board- 

 ed house, and Charlie said we would stop and get some 

 saleratus, as he was out. As our boat approached the 

 shore, I saw a gentleman in fancy hunter's costume 

 standing on the beach, who eyed me very narrowly. I 

 returned his gaze, trying to recall features which cer- 

 tainly were familiar. At length we both spoke toge- 

 ther — it was my cousin, Prof. B , of Col- 

 lege, who, with his wife and two other friends and their 

 wives, was on his way to Eaquette Lake to spend a 

 month. A boarding-house has been put up there to 

 accommodate those who do- not have the fear of mos- 

 quitoes before their eyes, and who like a wild life and a 

 table loaded with venison and trout. One of the gen- 

 tlemen, from New York, had been taken sick on their 

 way in from the settlements, and was very much 

 alarmed to find himself fifty miles from a physician. I 

 sent word for his consolation that nobody kept sick in 

 the woods. 



As we passed down the lake, I saw on an open wood- 



