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NOTES OF THE HUNT. 



beautiful sheets. A short portage brings us to Crotch 

 Lake, connected by a Httle creek with Poverty Lake — 

 so named by Gouldie for a hke reason to that which 

 induced Robbie Burns to write on the window of a 

 wretched inn in the Highlands : 



There's naething here but Highland pride, 

 Highland scab and hunger ; 

 If Providence has sent me here, ' -i 



'Twas surely in his anger. i.'- ■■ 



That is, there was neither feathered nor four footed 

 game nor fish to be had at Ned's first visit. But his 

 experience was uot ours. From Poverty Lake a port- 

 age leads into Buck Lake, than which we went no 

 further to-day. But beyond, at the end of a long 

 portage, lies Clear Lake, the largest and perhaps the 

 most frequented of all this chain ot waters, a sketch of 

 which has been provided, from the observations of Mr. 

 Chandler. Matthews was stationed on Big Twin and 

 Townsend on Little Twin Lake, but saw no game. 

 The dogs having been started in the woods north of 

 Little Twin, put three deer into Clear Lake, where we 

 had placed no watcher, but one of them was killed by 

 a settler, as we afterwards learned. Arrived at camp, 

 supper was followed by a game of euchrf^. the first of a 

 stirring series. Tom and J. H. beat Wilbur and Ned. 

 We turned in, tired and happy, at eleven. • 



