THE CARIBOO. AL 
between us—and after what I had so lately witnessed, I 
had no very great desire (seeing I was not as yet a perfect 
harlequin on snow-shoes,) to play the same game over 
again with my friend on the rock. To put an end to his 
wishes and my fears, I presented. My ball took effect 
directly in his brain, and he quietly dropped into the 
stream, leaving me master of the jeld. The next mo- 
ment I could see, through the transparent ice, his glossy 
hide gliding down the cascade.” 
Amiable reader, thus it was that “Meadows” slew his 
first Cariboo; and thus, pray for me, that I may kill 
mine, or ere a year be flown. IfI do, believe me, I will 
try to tell you how I did it, as well—better I may not 
tell you—as Meadows. And so, until next month, fare 
you well! 
