that we consoled ourselves with the reflection that it "wouldn't pay," the more particularly as our own knowledge of the river convinced us that the trip was only practicable during a higher stage of water than prevailed while we were in camp at the Forks. But I hope, before Providence shall shut me off from the Cascapedia, to behold the wonders which may be seen at this famous " summer resort" of the aristocracy of the sea.

In a recent letter I had occasion to mention a mishap which befell Mr. KINNEAR and Capt. GRANT. A similar incident occurred to Gen. ARTHUR Soon after. He had been fishing "Lazy Bogan"—a famous pool in the vicinity of our camp with indifferent success, when he deemed it advisable to change his base. To do so it was necessary to cross the stream at right angles with the current. Ordinarily this could have been done with safety, but unfortunately the General, with an eye to comfort, had placed a chair in his canoe, and in crossing, the frail craft careened under the pressure of the swift water, and this caused the chair to tilt and brought the General's two hundred pounds "avoir-du-pois" to such an angle as to cause the canoe to roll over 66 quicker than you could say Jack Robinson." The General, always submissive to constituted authority, promptly obeyed the law of gravitation, and was instantly

submerged. But being a good swimmer, instead of ignominiously beating a retreat for the shore, he made for the canoe to prevent it, if possible, from passing down the rapids, to be there wrecked upon the rocks. But "Lo, the poor Indian,” having either less courage or more discretion, made for terra firma with masterly "neatness and dispatch." And, as the sequel proved, it was well that he did, for as he was stoically watching the canoe and its submerged but self-possessed navigator, he saw the General's pocket-book gracefully floating down stream, and succeeded in clutching it. The fact that it was so light that it floated should be universally received as conclusive of its owner's official integrity. Indeed, but for this incidental evidence of his "honest poverty," it may be questioned whether he would have received the high honor of a unanimous vote on the question of his confirmation, for a second term, as Collector of the Port of New York. No other mischief resulted from this mishap than a thorough ducking, except that the General's watch stopped at the moment of the disaster, which was precisely eight minutes to seven, on one of the loveliest evenings of the year.

Something which might have been more serious occurred to myself while passing down one of the most impetuous rapids on the river. My Indian

guide was in the bow of the canoe. He saw a dangerous rock ahead, and gave proper directions to the man in the stern, but his directions were misapprehended. The result was that while the one was trying to keep the canoe on the shore side of the rock, the other was doing his best to keep the rock on the shore side of the canoe. In this conflict of muscle the frail craft was rushing headon to the rock at a speed of at least twenty miles an hour. The Indian saw the peril, and with a sweep of his paddle into which he seemingly put the strength of ten men, he succeeded in swinging the canoe inward, so that the bow just grazed the bowlder, while its bulging side came against it with a thud which, but for the elastic character of the birch bark of which it was constructed, would have smashed it into a thousand pieces. It was an anxious moment, for the water rushed downward amid a hundred other rocks with such force that only an expert swimmer could have got through in safety. The Indian was evidently in a white heat with rage, and So, from the fact that I never before heard him use an improper word, I hadn't the heart to chide him when he said: "Albert, don't you be damn fool any more!" And he wasn't. We shot through scores of rapids afterward (including the Indian Falls, the worst that I ever saw a canoe pass through and live) without a

scratch. Nothing is more exciting, because nothing sane men ever attempt is more full of peril. If the king who offered a thousand pounds for a new sensation could have been induced to shoot one of these Cascapedia rapids, he would have had what he coveted.

Sir, you have angled me on with much pleasure to the Thatched House; and I now find your words true, that " good company makes the way short;" for, trust me, sir, I thought we had wanted three miles of this house, till you showed it to me. But now we are at it, we'll turn into it, and refresh ourselves with a cup of drink, and a little rest.-[Sir Izaak Wal

ton.

T was a beautiful summer morning when we broke camp at the "Shedden Pool" to visit The Forks, thirty miles distant. The change required the transportation of all our stores and camp equipage-ample lading for two baggage canoes, besides what could be carried in those occupied by the fishermen themselves.

Our fleet of six boats "moved off in gallant style." Each canoe was propelled by two guides, and as they glided forward in "Indian file," to the steady music of their iron-tipped setting poles, the sight was quite inspiriting and picturesque. The ascent