loo Reminiscences of 



"Yes," said Russell, "but how came it here?" 



"Why," said I, after some thought, "it must have 

 been put up by the Mollychunkamunks, the settlers 

 from the upper Megalloway." 



"But there are no tracks," said the Governor; "no 

 one has been here for some days." 



The guide and I had to break out then, in which 

 the Governor heartily joined, though much mysti- 

 fied until he, pulling open the door, saw the drifted 

 snow inside disturbed and the snowshoe tracks from 

 the rear window. We had it pretty hard on Russell 

 that night when he returned and he related his ex- 

 perience amid the hilarity of our companions, and it 

 was some time before he heard the last of "Welcome, 

 Govemior Russell." 



Poor Russell, he died suddenly a few years after at 

 a salmon-fishing stream in Canada. He was of modest 

 and sportsmanlike quality, never happier than when 

 away on the stream or lake or in forest expanse, en- 

 tertaining, companionable, and appreciative, fair and 

 honorable in all, and of most winning countenance. 

 Strenuous without exertion, he made rapid headway in 

 the esteem and affection of all who knew him, and I 

 have thought if he could have lived until now, he could 

 have been unanimously selected by the Democratic 

 leaders for their chief, as one who though not possessing 

 the massive brain of a Webster, or the magnetic power 

 of a Choate, so combined the adroit faculties of mind 

 and speech as to please all men, and whose honorable 

 and skilful administration of State affairs as the Demo- 

 cratic Governor for years over the Republican Com- 

 monwealth of Massachusetts indicated the possession of 

 abilities sufficient to have administered the multifarious 



