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The rifle had missed fire. It had been recently oiled, 

 not carefully enough dried, and a cartridge had stuck. 

 Imagination may do justice to our chagrin. Descrip- 

 tion, never ! The Indians, if possible, felt worse about 

 the disappointment than we did, and talked of noth- 

 ing else for the remainder of the day. It was some 

 hours before either of us could even dream of joking 

 about the matter, and then I said, " Doctor, I cannot 

 help thinking what a magnificent addition those ant- 

 lers would have made to your library." And he im- 

 mediately replied, with a sarcastic smile, that, while 

 drawing his bead upon the buck, he had made up his 

 mind to have the limbs mounted for a stick and fish- 

 ing-rod rack for my hallway. 



On the train that took us back to Quebec next day 

 a number of sportsmen were swapping stories. A 

 sour-looking divine who sat near interfered to express 

 his gratification at the escape of our caribou, and his 

 condemnation of field sports generally, upon the 

 ground of what he was pleased to call their cruelty to 

 the lower orders of creation. The exhibition of this 

 kind of fin-de-siecle charity, unhappily of too frequent 

 occurrence nowadays, was perhaps uppermost in the 

 minds of those who recently distributed among the 

 three little lakes that lead to the main club-house of 

 the Tritons this nomenclature : " Faith, Hope, and 

 Charity " ; but in this case, the smallest of these is 

 charity. 



It is gratifying to know that many of the gentlest 

 of men and most estimable of clergymen are among 

 the sportsmen of the present day ; and the late Rev. 

 Dr. Lundy, the Eight Eev. Bishop Potter, of New 



