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“With the exception of the loss cf a barrel 
of rum,” said Pierre, “‘ he had never experienced 
a single sorrow, and felt as happy as a lord!” 
To. Audubon’s inquiry how he managed to feed 
the dogs, he replied, ‘‘ Why, sir, during spring 
and summer they ramble along the shores, where 
they meet with abundance of dead fish, and in 
winter they eat the flesh of seals which I kill 
late in the autumn, when those animals return 
from the north. As to myself, everything eat- 
able is good, and when hard pushed, I assure 
you I can relish the fare of my dogs just as 
they do themselves.” To this simple standard 
of satisfaction, the poor settler was reduced from 
the lofty expectations which had led him, with 
a greater credulity than that of Whittington, to 
leave his native land, in the conviction of be- 
coming a millionaire in the north! Yet he was 
happy, and the realization of his best wishes 
could have brought him no more enviable des- 
tiny. 
Proceeding along the indentations of the bay, 
Audubon perceived several neat-looking habita- 
tions which gladdened the prospect, proving that 
a similarity of taste or intention had induced 
many besides the settler to seek the seclusion of 
these inhospitable shores. 
The next adventurer, however, proved an 
entire contrast to Pierre. His demeanour in- 
