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‘had gone through the lungs, while two more had lodged 
farther back. The gross weight of this deer was one hun- 
dred and eighty-four pounds. 
Shooting deer driven to water by hounds is a very com- 
mon method adopted in autumn for their destruction. 
While visiting in Canada West, I chanced to make the 
acquaintance of a young Highlander ardently devoted to 
the chase, and who, when he found that I was also a would- 
be disciple of the chaste Diana, at once proposed, as the 
season was suitable and business affairs did not interfere, 
that we should start for the gigantic and then unbroken 
woods which covered the township of Oro, lying on the 
edge of that placid sheet of water, so well known for its 
lovely woodland scenery, Lake Simcoe. After a long, te- 
dious walk over the most villainous roads that ever unfor- 
tunate was condemned to traverse, we arrived late at night 
opposite Snake Island, then inhabited by a remnant of the 
once numerous and powerful Chippewa Indians. The dis- 
tance across to. this island retreat was too far for our lungs 
to inform its denizens that two benighted travelers were 
desirous of joining them, and, as there was no boat, a camp- 
fire and blanket were required to do duty for roof and 
feather-bed. But, alas! our limbs and bones were demoral- 
ized from our former life, and absolutely refused to be sat- 
isfied, so that both tossed, fumed, and fretted till the sun 
thought proper to make his re-appearance. Nor was this 
all; a scoundrelly wolf, whose midnight propensities for 
serenading had taken hold of his thoughts, kept up a most 
objectionable chant, however pleasing it might have been 
to his lady-love, till we wished the brute in Jericho, or any 
other remote district; not only that, but I will not say 
that fear had not a little to do with my feelings, for I can 
distinctly remember, as I listened, my blood became exceed- 
ingly cold and stagnant, my hands clammy, and my throat 
