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Hampshire, and I can testify that he stopped a stage in 
Maine. This party of four probably paid nothing for 
the dog’s ride, nor for his run, while our party of three 
paid two dollars, and were charged four for the light 
canoe which lay still on the top. 
It soon began to rain, and grew more and more stormy 
as the day advanced. This was the third time that I had 
passed over this route, and it rained steadily each time 
all day. We accordingly saw but little of the country. 
The stage was crowded all the way, and I attended the 
more to my fellow-travellers. If you had looked inside 
this coach you would have thought that we were prepared 
to run the gauntlet of a band of robbers, for there were 
four or five guns on the front seat, the Indian’s included, 
and one or two on the back one, each man holding his 
darling in his arms. One had a gun which carried twelve 
to a pound. It appeared that this party of hunters was 
going our way, but much farther down the Allegash and 
St. John, and thence up some other stream, and across 
to the Pistigouche and the Bay of Chaleur, to be gone 
six weeks. They had canoes, axes, and supplies depos¬ 
ited some distance along the route. They carried flour, 
and were to have new bread made every day. Their 
leader was a handsome man about thirty years old, of 
good height, but not apparently robust, of gentlemanly 
address and faultless toilet; such a one as you might 
expect to meet on Broadway. In fact, in the popular 
sense of the word, he was the most “ gentlemanly ” ap¬ 
pearing man in the stage, or that we saw on the road. 
He had a fair white complexion, as if he had always 
lived in the shade, and an intellectual face, and with his 
quiet manners might have passed for a divinity student 
who had seen something of the world. I was surprised 
