I told him I was ready, and asked him where we were to go.

"Oh, never you mind that, lad," he replied. "It's a long way from here;

but a man, with his eyes open, can always find his way there and back.

All you've to do is to follow the setting sun going, and to look out for

him rising when coming back."

"Then I suppose you mean to go to the westward?" I observed.

"Ay, lad, to the far west," he answered; but I confess that at the time

I had no idea how far off that "far west" was.

We set off the next morning by a steamer to Montreal, and on from

thence, past Kingston, to Toronto on Lake Ontario, in Upper Canada.

Flint lent me money to pay my way. He said that I should soon be able

to reimburse him. I need not say how delighted I was with the fine

scenery and the superb inland seas on which I floated. I could scarcely

persuade myself that I was not on the ocean, till I tasted the water

alongside. Flint told me with a chuckle, that once upon a time the

English Government sent some ships of war in frame out to the lakes, and

also a supply of water-tanks, forgetting that they would have a very

ample one outside. A little forethought would have saved the ridicule

they gained for this mistake, and the expense to which they put the

country. As my intention is to describe my adventures afloat rather

than those on shore, I shall be very brief with my account of the life

we led in the backwoods.

From Toronto we crossed the country to Goodrich, a town on the shores of

Lake Huron. Here we took a passage in a sailing vessel, trading to the

factories on the northern shore of the lake, and at the nearest we

landed and prepared for our expedition. Flint observed, that as we were

short of funds, we must proceed on an economical principle. He

therefore purchased only a small though strong pony, to carry our

provisions and the skins of the animals we might kill, while we were to

proceed humbly on foot.

We were now in a land teeming with every description of game; and I was

able to prove to Flint that I was not a worse shot than I had sometimes

boasted to him of being. The weather was generally fine, so that a bark

hut afforded us ample shelter at night, and our rifles gave us as much

food as we could require. Our greatest enemies were mosquitoes and

other flies, and it was only by smearing our faces over with fat that we

could free ourselves from their attacks.

We constantly encountered the Indian inhabitants of that territory; but

they were invariably friendly, and willing to trade with us. Silas

understood their language a little, so that with the aid of signs we

could carry on sufficient conversation for our purpose. Six weeks thus

passed rapidly away, and I calculated that it would be time for me to

return to Quebec; so I told Silas I must wish him good-bye. He seemed

very much vexed at this; for I believe that he both liked my society,

and found me very useful to him. He had, indeed, formed the intention

of keeping me by him, and converting me into a regular trapper and

hunter; but, fond as I was of sport, for this I had no fancy, and I

therefore persisted in my purpose of returning. Seeing that he could

not prevail on me to remain, he accompanied me back to the fort, where

he made over to me my fair share of the skins.

After the delay of a week, I found a vessel returning to the lower

lakes, and in her I set sail for Quebec. My readers must excuse me for

being thus brief in my description of my doings on shore; but it must be

remembered that I am writing an account of my sea adventures, and I must

defer the former to another opportunity.

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