"Fishing of all kinds and superb.

In those little lonely lakes you get the finest black and white bass, beauties and so gamy.

In the bigger waters, maskalonge and, of course, any amount of pike and pickerel.

Then we were always running up against deer, moose and red, and everywhere we got the scent of bear.

Could have loaded a boat with furs in a week." "We must go up some day," replied Mr.St.Clair.