enter the lodge, for I miss my white fox- terriers, 

 Peggy and Jack my beloved companions on 

 many a fishing trip. They were always ready for 

 a lark, and every night they would watch for me 

 at tin* landing until I came in from fishing, rejoic- 

 ing in having me return so quickly. They can be 

 s.M'ii in the picture called " Guarding Salmon," and 

 they were just as happy in doing anything else 

 that was pleasing to me. Both of those little 

 friends are now dead, and rest in a quiet corner 

 near my home away down by the sea. 



Mixer is a great sport, most affectionate, and a 

 good fellow in the canoe. He simply loves to go 

 fishing, and will watch the line cutting through 

 the water as eagerly and attentively as any of my 

 canoemen. When the salmon jumps he seems 

 in banted, and gives a most fascinating little bark. 

 Rut he will never make me forget Peggy and Jack. 

 How many a story could I tell of their tine 

 affection, 



"That love, that strength of feeling, great 

 Beyond all human estimate ! * 



But I forbear. 



Having said merry greetings to all our canoe- 

 men, who beam with delight at seeing us again, I 

 rush into the house, and passing on through the 

 dining-room to the kitchen, find Agnes, Mary, and 

 Betsy, 1 spick and span in their new frocks, awaiting 



Daughters of an early settler on the rirer, long ainee deeeaaed. 



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