t a great distance,
perhaps four or five miles, from Fort Frontignac, and it might be easy
to obtain assistance if required."

The Surveyor-General pointed to a part of the map, near to Presqu' Ile
de Quinte, as he made this observation to the Governor.

"I agree with you," replied the Governor, "and I observe that there is
already a settler on the other side of the stream."

"Yes, sir," replied the Surveyor; "that allotment was granted before it
was decided that the rest should be a Government reserve; and if proof
were required of the goodness of the land, it would be found in the
person who took it. It was taken four years ago by the old hunter,
Malachi Bone; he has been over every part of it, of course, and knows
what it is. You recollect the man, don't you, sir? He was a guide to the
English army before the surrender of Quebec; General Wolfe had a high
opinion of him, and his services were so good that he was allowed that
tract of 150 acres."

"I now remember him," replied the Governor, "but as I have not seen him
for so many years, he had escaped my recollection."

"It will be a great advantage to you, Mr. Campbell, having this man as a
neighbor."

"Now," continued the Governor, addressing the Surveyor-General, "do you
know of any person who would be willing to serve Mr. Campbell, and who
can be depended upon; of course one who understands the country, and who
would be really useful?"

"Yes, Governor, I do know a very good man, and you know him also; but
you know the worst part of him, for he is generally in trouble when you
see him."

"Who is that?"

"Martin Super, the trapper."

"Why, that is the young fellow who breeds such disturbances, and who, if
I recollect right, is now in prison for a riot."

"The very same, sir; but Martin Super, although a troublesome fellow at
Quebec, is worth his weight in gold when he is out of the town. You may
think it strange, Mr. Campbell, that I should recommend a man who
appears to be so unruly a character; but the fact is that the trappers,
who go in pursuit of the game for their skins, after having been out for
months, undergoing every privation that can be imagined, return home
with their packages of skins, which they dispose of to the merchants of
this town; and as soon as they have their money, they never cease their
revelry of every description until their earnings are all gone, and then
they set off again on their wild and venturous pursuit. Now Martin
Sup