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veyanee to the St. John river at 4 p. m., the hour appointed for ship's sail- 

 ing, but in consequence of some difficulty in getting powder on board, for 

 the use of the lighthouses along the coast, we did not get away from Que- 

 bec until 7 p. m. Weather hazy, with a drizzling rain. Our party con- 

 sisted of Captain Savary, 47th Regiment, Captain Collingwood, Royal 

 Artillery, and myself, with two French voyageurs, and my servant, Lynch, 

 taking along with us two flat-bottomed boats, two tents (viz., one circular 

 one for ourselves, and one lean-to for the men), with materials sufficient to 

 form a third ridge-pole tent. We also had provisions calculated for seven 

 weeks' consumption. ****** 



[Having the narratives of other Salmon-fishers to crowd into the 

 space allotted for subject-matter of this kind, I regret my inability to ' 

 take the reader with our adventurers through all their toilsome jour- 

 ney to their fishing-ground. Suffice it to say, that after much delay 

 on account of a terrible freshet in the river, and some serious mis- 

 haps, one of which was the accidental burning of their tents while 

 absent on a Trout-fishing excursion, by which they lost all their 

 clothing, except their hats, shirts, trousers, and boots they stood in, as 

 well as their powder, shot, flies, and extra Salmon rods (only one of 

 the latter which were on a stand outside of the camp remaining to 

 each fisher), and most of their tea and sugar; these indomitable sports- 

 men, who could not be thwarted in the purpose for which they com- 

 menced their explorations, sent to the mouth of the river and pro- 

 cured some flannel shirts and rough stores from the Cod-fishermen, and 

 prosecuted their journey. On the 1st of July we find them at their 

 hut, on the site of an old Indian camp, eighteen miles up the St. John, 

 where we again take up their narrative.] 



July 1st. — Up by 4 in the morning ; packed our boats, and started for 

 the great rapids, nine miles distant. Find my poor faithful dog " Trent" 

 scarcely able to walk, from the attacks of flies ; his eyes swollen up and 

 nearly blind. Performed the journey well, passing through some most 

 dangerous rapids, amongst others the most dangerous on the river, known 

 as the " Black Rapid." We arrived at our journey's end at 2 p. m., thank 

 God ! No more towing after this, being now at our fishing-ground, twenty- 

 seven miles inland. We had a beautiful day, passed through some of the 

 boldest and finest scenery I ever saw, and had no flies, thanks to the high 



