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BTOHY BROOK. AMPERSAND CREEK:. TROUT. BACKET RIVE ft. A 



FLTIN& SHOT AT A BUCK.. 



OUR sea-biscuit was exhausted. The half-breed's 

 wife baked for us a lot of heavy biscuit, and having 

 purchased his canoe, for all which, we paid him a five 

 dollar gold piece, which I verily believe was more 

 money than he ever owned at any one time before, 

 we started onward again across these lakes, towards 

 the Kaquet river. They are three in number, con- 

 taining, each, some three or four square miles, con- 

 nected by deep narrow channels, of from a few rods 

 to half a mile in length. Near the foot of the remotest 

 of these ponds, just above the outlet, enters a small 

 cold stream, called " Ampersand brook," at the mouth 

 of which, in the cold water, the trout congregate. 

 Here we stopped for a short time, to secure a mess for 

 dinner. We caught what we wanted in a few min- 



