ng of the sixth day, and a few
minutes afterwards they took possession of my log-cabin, and gave me
the happy surprise already recorded.

"I wonder you were not afraid of encountering such hardships, and even
danger, in travelling so many miles through the wild woods and on foot,
and with that heavy child to carry in your arms," was my remark to my
enterprising wife. She replied, "that there had certainly been more
difficulties than she had anticipated; but had they been double, it
would not have prevented her from joining me." So much for woman's love
and devotion.

During the summer months, we were plentifully supplied with fish. On
some days the harbour appeared to swarm with them. When the sun shone
brightly, you could see hundreds lying near the surface. There was no
difficulty in catching them, for the moment you threw in your bait, you
had a fish on your hook.

In the early part of the season, I used to make an imitation mouse of a
piece of musk-rat fur. This is a killing bait for trolling either for
black bass or maskilonge--as the season advances, a red and white rag,
or a small green-frog. But the best bait for the larger fish, such as
salmon-trout and maskilonge, is a piece of brass, or copper, about the
shape and size of the bowl of a tablespoon, with a large hook soldered
upon the narrow end. If properly made, and drawn fast through the
water, it will spin round and glitter, and thus is sure to attract the
fish. I have caught hundreds by this method, and can therefore
recommend it as the most certain. Your trolling line, which is attached
to your left arm, should not be less than eighty or a hundred feet in
length, and sufficiently leaded to sink the bait three or four feet
beneath the surface, this line following the canoe as you paddle it
swiftly through the water.

The scenery up the Maitland, from the harbour's mouth to the flats, or
natural meadows, two miles from the lake, is very pretty and
interesting. I think it would be difficult to find for a summer
residence a more charming situation than the town of Goderich, and I
might say with equal confidence, a more healthy one. The water is
excellent, and the town-plot abounds with copious springs.

About a mile from the town, there is one of the largest and purest
springs of the coldest and best water I ever drank. It gushes out of
the side of a hill, and rushes down the declivity with great swiftness
over its pebbly bed, till it is joined in its c