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NOTES OF THE HUNT. 



My heart is in Muskoka, fny heart is not here, 

 My heart is in Muskoka a chasing the deer ; 

 Chasing the wild deer in dipping canoe, 

 My heart is in Muskoka wherever I go. 



(Burns-Tinkered.) 



What most impressed me? The royal good-fellowship of thu 

 club, each member of which appeared to vie with the others to con- 

 tribute to the pleasure of all ; and the good fortune which per- 

 mitted me to be one of its guests of 1884. Wishing health, wealth 

 and prosperity to all. I remain very truly yours, 



CHAS. H. TINKER 

 New York, Nov. 4th, 1884. 



WILLIE'S REMINISCENCES. 



r\EAR Hedley, — You do not know, except from hearsay, ol the 

 ^ breaking-up and bidding adieu to the best and most complete 

 camping ground we have ever occupied, leaving us as you did on 

 Monday. The Thursday following was the day fixed for departure 

 We went to bed the night before with as much insouciance as if we 

 liad taken up our abode for the winter. But with the early gray of 

 the dawn all was changed. It was true we ate the same inordinate 

 breakfasts we had eaten for ten days. Yet there was a gathering of 

 odds and ends and tidying up of things ; the bringing to light of 

 various items, of white shirts and paper collars, that in the savagery 

 of the woods had been spurned as Crusoe did the lamp of gold he 

 found in his island home. For all that, we had a short hunt in the 

 morning, with strict instructions (most implicitly obeyed) to return 

 by noon ; and after a hasty lunch, loaded our canoes and set ofi for 

 our six mile portage into Dwight. As we turned the point below 

 our camp, I noticed each in his canoe turn with a lingering gaze for 

 a last glimpse of the cabin where we had spent so many agreeable 

 days in full pursuit of health, happiness and the bounding deer. 

 Of the first two objects I had as much as any one ; of the last I had 

 none, not having seen a dear from the time I went into camp until 

 I came out. 



We were favored by the skies and the weather, reaching 

 Gouldie's in good season, just as the steamer from Baysville 

 arrived to take us down. Stepping into the little school-house, 



