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his reddened visage and illuminating his many graceful 

 attitudes. "With rapid motion he swung the spear from 

 side to side as any passing object attracted his attention, 

 ready for the death-dealing blow. With perfect facility 

 he kept command of the boat, shoving her bow from the 

 rocks and guiding it through the proper channel ; occa- 

 sionally the spear was sent glancing through the water, 

 and in a moment a grilse brought struggling to the sur- 

 face and thrown into the bottom of the canoe, where the 

 fire rays were reflected from his scales like the liquid 

 gleam of the diamond. 



It was a picturesque sight, the waving flame, the 

 active spearsman, the graceful canoe, and the intense 

 darkness around ; but it was cruel and barbarous, and 

 my friend desisted before many fish had suffered. 



Next day returned us safe and sound to Wilson's hos- 

 pitable log mansion, where a hearty welcome awaited 

 us. Our extra stores were divided among the men, a 

 farewell spoken, the team once more harnessed, and we 

 set out to join the stage at Boiestown for Chatham, on 

 the road to the Nipisiquit. 



A strange place is Boiestown ; built by an American 

 named Boies, it is a mere collection of unpainted shanty- 

 like houses but with Yankee shrewdness, located upon 

 a fine stream of never-failing water, with excellent mills 

 and water power, it might have been a thriving place 

 had not Boies, its presiding spirit, met with reverses. 

 The maelstrom of lumber speculation had ingulfed him, 

 and with him the prosperity of the town. ' There was no 

 native capable of filling his place, and the glory of Boies* 

 town had departed. 



