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Saturday, 4th October. 



IN the face of a lowering, weeping, unpromising day 

 we started northward at 8 o'clock. Scout and Glen 

 being freed in the woods on the west side of Poverty 

 Lake. They ran irregularly and with no result ; so 

 about II, Matthews and Gouldie, having left Townsend 

 in the Twin Lakes, went to Clear Lake, whither they 

 had sent Hedley, to learn what he had seen or heard. 

 It turned out that all the adventures of to-day thus far, 

 were Hedley's. After watching a while in Buck Lalie, 

 as instructed, the Historian and his guide made the 

 long portage into Clear Lake and stationed themselves 

 at the narrows. Presently they spied other watchers 

 patrolling the southern shore, and partly to , relieve 

 monotony, partly out of curiosity, pushed on to the 

 far end where Archie had descried, more than a mile 

 away, a new birch bark canoe. The occupant of this 

 we found to be old Pete Stevens, a grey-woolled mu- 

 latto, with an uncovered head, an intelligent face and 

 most miscellaneous clothes. 



Pete was mysterious. — " Keep cool," said he» 

 lifting his hand warningly, •' an' git into shoah fur's ye 

 kin ; thar's a feller in yer, clost by, these two hours. 

 I've got a little pleg after him, an' she'll stick to him 

 I'll bet a dollar. She's one o' these yer black an tans, 

 an' she'll tan him I reckon." Just then Archie's quick 

 eye spied a doe, a mile off, swimming the lake, making 

 from a clearing to the very point we had left. Away 

 we pulled after her till " the sweat poured down like 

 rain," and the scribe felt as Tom Brown did in his first 

 boat-race, done-out, all but a little bit of '* go " left at 

 the back of his head, discovered when, having rounded 

 the desired point, we could see the bushes on the shore 



