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Rain came on in the afternoon, defeating any plans 

 for further hunting this day ; so all hands went to work 

 clearing the beach around camp. Alvin and Archie 

 made the long journey down to Dwight P. O. for eggs, 

 and came back at night with letters and telegrams 

 from Toronto. One of these brought the unwelcome 

 news of the serious illness of Mr. Battin, Mr. Dwight's 

 assistant. This was sure to delay the President's 

 coming, and might prevent his joining us at all. With 

 which disappointing prospect our high anticipations 

 were mightily chilled, and we spent a veiy quiet even- 

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Friday. 3d October. 



^ RAINY day. Though up early, and all full of 

 >CT- anxiety — Matthews brimming — to get off to the 

 hunt, this was out of the question, what with fog and 

 drizzle, until after dinner. It was half-past two before 

 we were fairly started. Fly and Dan were put into the 

 woods back of the camp and went eastward, probably 

 to Ox-Tongue Lake. Matthews and Gouldie stationed 

 themselves at Upper Twin, where they " saw nothing 

 and heard less," as they phrased it. Hedley and Archie 

 were despatched to Devil's Angle, a large odd-shaped 

 lake to the southeastward, some miles in circumference, 

 which, strange to say, is not laid down in the large 

 official map. Here the dogs were heard once, and lost. 

 Townsend stopped in camp, readmg and smoking, 

 with the calm confidence of an experienced hunter. 

 But it was not our day for deer. In the morning, we 

 had fashioned and put up little shelves over each bed 

 for our ammunition and " small tri ." The men 



