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eaught in it. This fish, the methye, is not much es- 
teemed ; the residents never eat any part but the liver 
except through necessity, the dogs dislike even that. 
The tittameg and trout are also caught in the fall of 
the year. 
On the 13th we renewed our journey, and parted 
from Mr, Clark, to whom we were much obliged for 
his hospitality and kindness, We soon reached the 
Methye Portage, and had a very pleasant ride across 
it in our carioles. The track was good, and led 
through groups of pines, so happily placed that it 
would not have required a great stretch of imagina- 
tion to fancy ourselves driving through a well arran- 
ged park. We had now to cross a small lake, and 
then gradually ascended hills beyond it, until we ar- 
rived at the summit of a lofty chain of mountains, 
commanding the most picturesque and romantic pros- 
pect we had yet seen in this country. Two ranges of 
high hills run parallel to each other for several miles, 
until the faint blue haze hides their particular charac- 
ters, when they slightly change their course, and are 
lost to the view. The space between them is occu- 
pied by nearly a level plain, through which a river 
pursues a meandering course, and receives supplies 
from the creeks and rills issuing from the mountains 
on each side. The prospect was delightful even amid 
the snow, and though sa with all the cheerless 
