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" There are some new faces, surely." Yes, and we 

 are presently introduced to Tinker, who makes his first 

 appearance, and we hope not his last, in these regions. 

 The shout of some one, '• By Jove! boys, here's Chand- 

 ler," brings back to memory, in a flash, our Vermont 

 outing of June, 1883. •' A la bonne heurcy mes amis,'* is 

 the salutation of a little black-eyed gentleman who 

 raises his hat as he steps from his canoe and discloses 

 the welcome features of delightful Louis Alloo. 



The new- comers were carefully led by Tom and 

 Wilbur to the cabin, and regaled with a whiff of veni- 

 son soup from the kitchen, and a glimpse of the interior 

 fittings of the drawing-room. The cornice aforesaid, of 

 couleur St. jfulien after Nathaniel Johnston & Sons, the 

 mellow brown tint of Gooderham's old, and the burnt 

 umber of Copland, of course delighted all eyes; but 

 Willie was most attracted by the two antique vases of 

 golden Chartreuse and the tiny crystals of Pompeiian 

 pattern waiting for their luscious contents. The grace- 

 ful dead gold mounting of Apollo — no, Apolli-nains, 

 was most appropriate to its surroundings, and so the 

 gladsome group poured a libation to Apollo, (or some 

 other fellow), followed by a luncheon of venison soup 

 and camp rolls. Robert considerately supplied a remi- 

 niscence of the Coaching Trip of last year, in the table 

 n apery and napkin rings. 



Then came brisk unpacking of shooting boots, 

 * shooting irons,' from the ancient Ballard to t ae newest 

 magazine Winchester repeater, old clothes and fresh 

 tobacco, inflating of air cushions, transferring of cart- 

 ridges, and each was eager to know his post. Gouldie, 

 the chief guide, had already apportl jned our watching 

 places over the chain of lakes, and chosen a guide for 



