sport in an Untouched A merican Wilderness 



A SdliHon Jutnpbig, 



a stream ; and after a five days' run, over 

 rapids and around cataracts, we came out 

 on the other side of the Province. The 

 first man we met on the lower river sang 

 out, " Hello, Braithwaite ! is that you ? 

 They're offering fifty dollars to the man 

 who will go into Little Southwest country 

 to hunt you up, and nobody will take it." 

 News of the delayed travellers had spread 

 all over the country. 



This article is not intended as a chroni- 

 cle of game slaughter. No idea of that 

 region is complete, however, which does 

 not impress the constant presence of the 



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