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You don't want to know the rest. I spare the feelings of our 

 tender-hearted brother who goes wandering about alone in the 

 woods, year after year, in the most unlikely places for game, and 

 returns to camp saying ' I've had an awful good time,' without shed- 

 ding a drop of blood. 



Robert. 



ALBERT'S REMINISCENCES. 



" I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver." 



TIN invitation to join the Dwight-Wiman Club on their annual hunt 

 among the vast forests and beautiful lakes in the region of the 

 Upper Muskoka! * ' 



A compliment, indeed, and a rare opportunity. There were good 

 reasons of a business sort why I should not go, — but the desire to 

 spend a few days again with that fun-loving yet orderly, con- 

 siderate and harmonious " band of brothers," and this time in their 

 own wild woods, and to engage in their favorite sport, so entirely 

 new to me, was not to be set aside ; — " and so,'* (as Louis was wont 

 to say, in continuing his wonderful narratives,) it came about that 

 I left the great metropolis on the evening of Saturday, October 

 4' , 1884, in company with two members of the Club, and another 

 iortunate '* guest," — my friend for many years, and, after a swift and 

 comfortable ride, without special adventure, we arrived safely ia the 

 active, handsome, half-way-American city of Toronto, about five 

 o'clock on the following evening. 



Of our cordial reception by the proprietor of the elegant "Rossin 

 House," who is a personal friend of most of the members of the 

 club ; the hearty and friendly greeting of the President and Vice- 

 President of the Club ; our introduction to the third " guest " of this 

 occasion, the versatile " Louis " ; our excellent supper, good rest, 

 bountiful breakfast and hasty adieus — saddened by the inability of 

 the President to accompany us ; our ride by railway northward^ 

 along the shores of beautiful lake Simcoe ; lunch at AUandale, dinner 

 of surpassing excellence on the little steamer Kenoxha, which took 

 us from Gravenhurst through Mu skoka Lake and River to Brace- 

 bridge ; the good news from home, which the telegraph ofi&ce there 

 yielded us ; the seventeen miles of waggon ride over the alternate 

 muddy and^ rocky road thence to Baysville, through a most uuinvit- 



