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utes, and beautiful fish they were, weighing from a 

 quarter to three quarters of a pound. We refrained 

 from killing more than we needed for food, and our 

 sport, though exciting, was therefore soon over. We 

 left at the mouth of that little brook, an unknown 

 number " of the same sort" as those we took, all of 

 which seemed as eager to be taken, as we were to take 

 them. 



Having thus procured a supply of trout, we started 

 on down Stony Brook, as the outlet of the lakes is 

 called, towards the Kaquet river. Though, in a direct 

 line, the distance does not exceed three miles, we had 

 to traverse, in the meandering and crooked course of 

 this sluggish stream, more than twice that distance. 

 In rounding a point, we saw a fine deer, feeding in a 

 natural meadow, or little prairie, bare of timber, and 

 which, in the spring freshets, is overflowed. My rifle 

 was in the bottom of the boat, and before I could 

 bring it to bear upon him, he had discovered us, and 

 as he went bounding away towards the woods, I took 

 a flying shot at him, and was glad to know that the 

 extra speed with which he fled from us, was only the 

 effect of the report of my rifle, and the whistling of 

 the ball by him. At two o'clock we entered the 



