THE LOST LAKES 45 



We had not proceeded far when a canoe approached, 

 in which were two men and two women. One of the 

 latter hailed us and asked if our cook, who was with us 

 in the canoe, would accept service of subpoena to attend 

 a hearing in Fredericton on October 8th. He told her 

 he would, and she gave him the legal paper and nine 

 dollars for his mileage charges, and without further 

 ado she went on her way in the canoe to serve more 

 men with similar papers. 



This is a queer country in some respects, where a 

 woman, and she the wife of the defendant, is permitted 

 to serve legal papers. Neither may a hunting party 

 start out from or arrive at a settlement in which there is 

 a church on Sunday without danger of fine or imprison- 

 ment. A teamster may drive to his own home in the 

 settlement, but he must leave his party at its outer edge. 



We met a theatrical troupe en route for a small town 

 in the interior, and they related their trials in getting 

 out of a town in which they had been playing. It took 

 a special permit from the chief of police before their seven 

 trunks could be removed from their hotel upon a Sunday, 

 in time to catch an early morning train on a Monday. 



We now paddled to a dam at the foot of the lake, 

 where we waited the arrival of the horses, as we were 

 considerably ahead of them. 



Here I was introduced to a retired colonel of the 

 British army, a Scotchman, of whom I will write more 

 particularly later on. He had been " in " thirty-three 



