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good hot supper made us soon forget our hard work. We retired 

 early, but not without a smoke. The next morning we were off 

 at 7 o'clock, taking a different direction, my companion going 

 north co a runway with Lass. I went east to a small creek, a 

 hill thickly wooded slooping down to it. When crossing the 

 summit, I thought to take a short rest. I had no sooner sat 

 down when I heard my friend's hound, a joyful sound when one 

 is depending on his rifle for a supper. It was grand to see the 

 old buck from where I sat on the hill, as he caught sight of the 

 hound, how proud he looked and as though half inclined to 

 charge the approaching dog, then suddenly turning, in a few 

 rapid bounds was lost to view and passed round the hill. Lass 

 with a loud cry flew in pursuit and the sounds died away as the 

 dense woods engulphed them. Now the chase begun in earnest. 

 Abby and I took a short cut to try and reach the lake runway in 

 time to get a shot, but we were disappointed, for on reaching the 

 shore we saw far out on the ice both deer and hound. All we 

 could do was to watch them, and soon to our horror, just as they 

 were nearing the open water, a large piece of ice detached itself 

 from the main body and with deer and hound on it drifted 

 towards the rapids. The deer may have reached land again, but 

 good, brave, faithful Lass was never seen again. These are 

 some of the recollections connected with my younger days, which 

 it is always a pleasure to recall. 



It was during this excursion that we were indebted to Mr. 

 Sommerville and Mr. Hugh Graham, Snr., residents at St. 

 Michaels, for valuable directions as to best hunting grounds in 

 this locality. 



J. H. T. C. 



" FEESH." 



BY WILLIAM MCLENNAN. 



' Bagosh.' Dat's true him ? Some men is born lucky. Dat's 

 me, I be born lucky an' I'll can't help it. Most my luck is feesh. 

 You see me wid my h'ole pole an' 'ook, pull out de feesh an' de 

 man w'at come h'all de way from Mon'real stan' on de odder side 

 wid' es basket, an' rod, an' reel, an jim-rubbit boots, an' stripy 



