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to S.'s camp, which was picturesquely situated on the 

 banks of the small river Causapscal, a tributary of 

 my host's river the Metapediac. 



Dandy was indulged with a good night's rest ; and 

 I may note, en passant, that the game little beast com- 

 pleted, on the following day, the whole seventy-five 

 miles' return journey to Burnlands, arriving there, I 

 was subsequently informed, as fresh as paint. 



S. and I proceeded to inspect the camp and its 

 occupants, who deserve a few lines of description. 



First and foremost Peter presents himself. Peter, 

 an old French habitant, valet de chambre, bedmaker, 

 tent-pitcher, camp-keeper, and odd-job man in general, 

 with an irrepressible tongue and a taste for stimu- 

 lants, but a most good-tempered and willing old 

 fellow. 



Next came four Indians for poling our canoes, under 

 the headship of a dry old chief named Kowell. A 

 colony of these Indians live in a small village down 

 the Restigouche river, and hire themselves out to 

 sportsmen during the fishery season. 



Last but not least appeared Angus the cook also 

 a French Canadian habitant and who in every re- 

 spect may be described as a " very plain " disciple of 

 Soyer. I beg pardon, his language should not come 

 under this category. Anxious to atone for his culi- 

 nary deficiencies by the fluency of his excuses, Angus 

 had formed the laudable idea of making himself pro- 

 ficient in the native tongue of the Milords his em- 



