THE CARIBOO. 33 
beg leave to quote a few pages from Porter’s Hawker by 
that “ Meadows,” whom I have already mentioned—since 
his is the best description of this noble sport extant ; 
since to reproduce it, giving his thoughts in my own 
altered words were worse than plagiary ; and since, if it 
meet his eye, he will be rather pleased than hurt that I 
have winged his words into a wider field, and to a larger 
audience than he at first addressed them. 
Iwill premise only, that “ Howard,” who figures as the 
hero, is a New Brunswicker, in New Brunswick ; “Mea- 
dows,” the narrator, an English tyro visiting his friend in 
the province; Sabatisie, a Micmac Indian, henchman and 
guide of Meadows; and Billy, last not least, Howard’s 
pet bull-terrier. Scene, daybreak! they have issued 
from the camp close to the hunting-ground where the 
Cariboo are supposed to “won”—as Chaucer would have 
written it—when lo! quoth Meadows— 
“ After a hearty meal, every thing being ready, we 
mounted our snow-shoes and marched. The first golden 
rays were just struggling through the gray East, and 
dispersing the thick mist which hung over our camp, as 
I strode forth on my first Cariboo hunt, my heart leaping 
in anxious anticipation, and my nerves strung by the 
healthy atmosphere. We proceeded in silence, and had 
ample time to observe the lonely grandeur of the sur- 
rounding forest; the death-like stillness enlivened only 
by the cheerful chirp of the active ground-squirrel, or 
the loud boring of that most beautiful of woodpeckers, 
