CHAPTEE X. 



A FEW NOTE-WORTHY INCIDENTS. 



Eh, man ! What a conceit it is when ye reach a fine run, on 

 a^warm spring mornin', the wuds hotchin' wi' birds, an' dauds 

 p' licht noos an' thans glintin' on the water ; an' the water 

 itsel' in trim order, a wee doon, after a nicht's spate, an* wi' a 

 drap o' porter in't, an' rovvin' an' bubblin' ower the big stanes, 

 curlin' into the linn an' oot o't. [Norman Macleod, D. D. 



UB, camp was unusually pictu- 

 resque, a well preserved lawn 

 separated from the river by a 

 fringe of alders, backed by a 

 few cultivated fields attached to 

 the cottage in our immediate 

 neighborhood, and surrounded 

 by lofty mountains, densely 

 covered from base to summit 

 with spruce, hemlock, maple and 

 birch. Our three white tents constituted a pleas- 

 ant contrast to the green sward upon which they 

 were pitched, and our dining hall and cook-house 

 were models of adaptability and neatness. The 

 taste displayed in their disposition was due, first, 

 to the military experience of Col. PELL, and 

 secondly, to the austere habits of system, order 

 and neatness for which the deservedly popular 



