no A SPORTING PARADISE 



Mr. Rowan saw a cub at Campbelton, on the 

 Restigouche, that had been suckled by a squaw. 



I will now relate a trapper's story. 



Bauman, when a young man, was trapping with 

 a partner among the mountains dividing the 

 forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom 

 River. Not having had much luck, he and his 

 partner determined to go up into a particularly 

 wild and lonely pass through which ran a small 

 stream said to contain many beaver. The pass 

 had an evil reputation, because the year before a 

 solitary hunter who had wandered into it was 

 there slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half- 

 eaten remains being afterwards found by some 

 mining prospectors who had passed his camp only 

 the night before. 



The memory of this event, however, weighed 

 very lightly with the two trappers, who were 

 as adventurous and hardy as others of their 

 kind. They took their two lean mountain 

 ponies to the foot of the pass, where they left 

 them in an open beaver-meadow, the rocky 

 timber-clad ground being from thence onwards 

 impracticable for horses. They then struck out 

 on foot through the vast gloomy forest, and 

 in about four hours reached a little open glade, 



