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off. Sitting still and watching, no longer listlessly, there 

 appeared, half an hour after, a nice doe in the same 

 spot, having come quietly up from a little lake close by. 

 No dogs pursued her ; she was just, as the Scotchman 

 said, ** takin' a daunder aboot by hersel' " and as she 

 came towards him, Salmon made a noise to arrest her 

 steps when she was well within range, and killed her. 



Tom took a comical method of letting chance pass- 

 ers-by know of his good fortune : he put the heart of 

 his deer upon the point of a stick which he stuck in the 

 ground on the portage, and attached to it the legend, 

 written upon a piece of birch bark : 



"Compliments of Tom Salmon — No dogs." 



This was the only venison secured that day; the 

 dogs had run in a wild and unsatisfactory way. Mat- 

 thews delighted some of the party by bringing home two 

 salmon trout, one 5^, the other 2 J lbs. in weight, which 

 he had caught off a point of Ox Tongue Lake, in front 

 of Peter Robertson's house. 



It should be noticed that Townsend to-day found 

 abundant evidence of Wilbur's good aim, in the dead 

 carcase of the flying deer at which he fired on the 

 previous Friday, and that not many hundred yards 

 from the spot at which he had watched : she had fallen 

 exhausted, soon. 



On this night, the last in camp, the boys, it is related, 

 gorged themselves with pancakes, which they declared 

 were " better than ever." But this had been said on 

 each successive day, and the cook always received the 

 statement deprecatingly, with a smile, and an invita- 

 tion to eat more while they were hot. Soon after tea a 

 slight rain began to fall, which was the signal for a game 

 of cards. Everything seeming to indicate that this was 



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