there!" "Look! Look!" accompanying every cry with a thrust of their pike-pole or paddle, as if they were the spears with which, before the laws interposed, they were wont to fill their canoes during their night forays. Fortunately, only two fish were hit-one with a pike-pole, thrown out as a spear, and another scooped up with a gaff while boat and fish were both in rapid motion. This latter achievement was hailed with shouts of delight by all the Indians, and Jack, by whom the extraordinary feat was performed, held the struggling fish high above his head, while thus impaled, exclaiming as he did so: "Ah! ha! what you say now? who the best gaffer, eh? what Indian can beat that, eh?" No champion of the ring ever manifested greater delight when awarded the belt than did Jack when he gaffed this salmon on the wing. We were mortified and angered, of course, that our peremptory orders had been, in these two cases, disobeyed; but we could not but admire Jack's skill, and enjoy the exhibition of Indian character which found expression during this exciting and never-to-be-forgotten flambeaux visit to the salmon pools of the Cascapedia.

It is only proper to say that we reported this illegitimate killing of two salmon to the Warden on our return, explaining the circumstances and expressing our mortification and regret. We prof

fered every reparation in our power, in the way of humble apology or pecuniary penalty, but we had not the heart to name the real delinquents; for we could not but believe that they were so beside themselves with excitement that they could not have been restrained by any authority. The Warden, of course, admonished us, as was his duty, but kindly consented to overlook the delinquency in view of the frankness of our confession and the circumstances under which the delinquency occurred.

I had a glimpse of him, but he shot by me
Like a young hound upon a burning scent.

- [Dryden.

Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt into a close exploit of death?
-[Shakspeare.

EER were at one time very abundant in this region, but merciless hunting at all seasons has either extinguished or driven them to other feeding-grounds less accessible to their inhuman enemies. It is, however, the Bears' paradise. They seem to have a penchant for the sheepfolds lying on forest borders. Every farmer considers a bear-trap as necessary as a plow, and captures are frequent.

Our first camp was in the neighborhood of several farms where bruin had marauded successfully. DUN, being the most ambitious hunter in the party, was in constant expectation of an opportu

nity to prove himself as skillful with the rifle as with the rod. In the pursuit of minor game he had found "a foeman worthy of his steel" in Judge FULLERTON, whose eye is as keen as his wit, and who bags his game as expertly as he extracts truth from a reluctant witness. The two were well matched. Some of their contests for the championship "astonished the natives," and would have secured them backers for the proposed international "shoot" at the Centennial. Both of them had "slain their thousands" of every living thing, from chipmunk to deer, but neither had ever fleshed his maiden bullet in a bear. Both hoped and waited; but DUN had the advantage in that he was the owner of the only rifle in camp, and made it his constant companion.

He had begun to despair of a chance to bring a bruin to book, when, while quietly enjoying his after-dinner pipe, a tiny dug-out was seen gliding rapidly across the river from the farm-house directly opposite, its occupant shouting lustily, “A bear! a bear!" This was the signal DUN long had waited for, but feared he'd die without the sound. The effect upon him, as upon all of us, was electrical. In an instant he was in the dugout, accompanied by myself as his henchman.

The moment we struck the shore our excited guide led off on the trail with a speed which would

have been creditable in a retreat, but which was bad generalship in an advance upon such an enemy. The foolish fellow did not seem to understand that his followers had neither his wind nor his muscle, and that, without a little practice, it was quite impossible to ascend a precipitous mountain-side at a two-forty pace, even though a bear's scalp might be the prize awaiting us at the end of the race. We had run four or five hundred yards at our best speed, when our guide, far in advance of us, yelled out, "Here he is! here he is!" in such thundertones as would have "struck terror to the souls" of a thousand bears, had they been in the neighborhood. The cry, however, was inspiriting. Although DUN was already "blowed," the heralded proximity of the enemy gave him new life, and he scrambled forward, rifle in hand, with an energy which lifted him in my estimation to the dignity of an exhaustless wind instrument. For myself, I could only lie down and pant. On sped DUN, however, like an Indian runner, determined to have that bear's hide or die for it. But luck was against him. As the guide yelled out, "There he goes!" I saw the beast rise the brow of the hill and scamper out of sight, unscathed. But my discomfitted friend had had "a good drive out of him," and but for the stupidity of the excited bumpkin, he could have achieved his life's ambi