quartz whose location he would never divulge, not even to Tom Canning who trapped and hunted with him. After he had stayed with his mine three months, he could not refrain from coming out to sell the gold he had dug, and so was captured. But a lenient jury acquitted him because of the extenuating circumstance of a squaw's coquetry. Where the Club House stands he used to hoe and plant in Micmac fashion, and it was he who sowed the clearing between house and lake. Windows and broad piazza survey an island colony with blue channels between. In the dusky wood that flanks the lawn on either side are more cabins of log or painted wood. Some of these may be occupied by non-members at a slight increase in cost over the twelve dollars a week asked for board with a room in the modern Club House. There is a gentility in the service of kitchen, dining-hall and chambers which makes this lodge in the wilds the pleasantest sort of place for wives to stay while their husbands go a-hunting. Sometimes the wives go too, and sleep on a bed of boughs, and rise before dawn to watch the baiting of the moose on stealthy barrens, and in the day, whip the streams for wily trout, or trudge the portages from lake to lake.
The canoe lures through George's Run and on to Liverpool by Indian Gardens, or down Shelburne River to Lake Rossignol and back to Kedgee, a ten-day outing. Baskets are provisioned according
