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deer's head fell forward in token of surrender. Then, 

 the procession of canoes, Tom's added, made its way 

 cautiously against the wind and through the white-cap- 

 ped waves, to where Billy the cook, alone of all his 

 clan, waited for us all at the landing, at half-past one, 

 with his cheery shout and comical smile of welcome. 



After dinner, we busied ourselves getting saddles of 

 venison ready to send to our Toronto friends by Ed. 

 and his brother, who started southward at 4.30, to bring 

 up the long-expected remaining members and guests. 

 Next we bethought ourselves of decorating the shanty, 

 and shortly made it resplendent outside with green 

 boughs and inside with autumn leaves or ferns, by way 

 of welcome to our friends. At night, the tables were 

 turned, at last, on Tom and J. H., for Wilbur and 

 the cook ' beat them out of their boots.'. 



'f Camp Chandler, . • 



Tuesday, 7th October. 



rPHE New York party arrived at Camp Chandler, as 

 I it was christened for the nonce, an hour before 

 noon ; a flotilla of ten well armed and deep-loaded 

 canoes announcing its approach by three shots from the 

 repeating rifle of Kimball, whose birch canoe, sur- 

 mounted by his clear-cut features, led the van. Here, 

 at last, was Wiman, in bounding spirits and with glee- 

 ful face, as of one who had bidden good-bye to business 

 for a whole week. Here was Willie, his smile just as 

 broad, his composure just as great, his digestion just as 

 good as when we saw him last. But where was Theo- 

 dore ? Our eyes sought him in vain, for he had 

 remained in Gotham, immersed in legal affairs. 



