OUR RETURN TO THE HOME CAMP 103 



After that it was a wet tramp, tramp, tramp ! In 

 spite of oilskin clothes and sou'wester hat, the rain 

 trickled down our backs and our boots filled with 

 water. All things must have an end, however, and 

 about half-past four we arrived at the edge of the 

 settlement, eight miles beyond which was the railroad. 



A change of dry clothes for our wet ones, a hot 

 supper to appease our appetites, and a clean bed en- 

 abled us to pass a restful night. The following morn- 

 ing we were driven to the railroad station. . . . 

 In due time we landed in Fredericton, the capital of 

 the province of New Brunswick. 



Here I said good-bye to many friends by whom I 

 had been treated with the most kindly courtesy before 

 starting "in." Among them was Mr. Robert Allen, 

 the secretary of the Sportsmen's Association of New 

 Brunswick, through whose kind interposition I was 

 taken to a most delightfully located club house on the 

 bank of the great river St. Johns, owned by the 

 Kaskaketo Club. 



Here a dinner was cooked and served by some of the 

 members in a style of excellence that a " chef " might 

 envy. Song and story followed the dinner. The day 

 was balmy and the river placid. I saw a dainty canoe 

 on the waterside, and, entering it, I enjoyed paddling 

 across and up and down that noble river. 



At 6 : 30 on the evening of October 15th, the train 

 was taken for Greenville, Maine, on Moosehead Lake, 



