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Friday, October loth. 



T ©AST night had been rather less cold, the sky hazy 

 ^ and the wind slight. Temperature at midnight 

 34° Thanks to Townsend's tenting experience and 

 Matthews' helping hand, our cots and bed-clothes were 

 now so arranged as to give greater warmth. Everyone, 

 besides, was tired and his blood warmed and quickened 

 by the excitements of the day, the yarns and chorusses 

 of the evening, and especially by Billy's masterpiece, 

 the " The Tread-mill song," and the queer ditties of 

 Tom Keown. After hot lemonades ** with or without," 

 those eight who made this history got under their blank- 

 ets at eleven, while the one who records it sat down, 

 'fast by an ingle, bleezin' finely,' to contemplate the 

 seven sU epers and the one only wakeful, smokeful, and 

 companionable Willie. * Thish yer feller ' persisted in 

 narration in spite of the audible growls from cot No. 3, 

 and amid the sonorous snores of Matthews, who would 

 fain have prevented him until, exhausted with laughter 

 and with the exuberance of his own verbosity, the still- 

 smiling Raynor laid aside his pipe and dropped asleep. 

 Thermometer 51° ; no wind, but an uncertain sky. 



All this, however, relates to Thursday night, Friday 

 morning was a very different story. Tinker awoke, like 

 a giant refreshed, and declared that he ' felt like two 

 men, one of them a new one.' Every face wore a reso- 

 lute expression, and when Matthews announced the fog 

 lifting, each man put on his business clothes, for Gouldie 

 had hung up the programme of the day in full sight. 



This it was : — 



Friday's Hunt. 



Mr. Wiman, - - - Ox Tongue Lake. 

 •' Tinker, - - - 



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