After presenting them with a variety of presents, giving them excellent characters, and strongly recommending them to any of our countrymen who might wish to explore the upper provinces, we took leave of our trusty followers, wishing them, as they fully deserved, every good fortune that this world could bestow.

Business detained us a few days at Montreal; and upon the morning of the afternoon that we were to embark in the steam-boat for Quebec, we were not a little surprised at the re-appearance, during breakfast, of our Indian guides. These worthy fellows proceeded to inform us that they had rejoined their tribe; but that the life they had been lately leading with us was so different from that which they had formerly passed, that they could not again reconcile themselves to the Indian camp. Tee-tee-squas was most eloquent upon the subject, and in the course of conversation made us acquainted with the true cause, namely, his attachment to a certain Miss Josephine Bostick, an attendant upon one of the American young ladies we had just parted with, and who, under the plea of indisposition, had remained behind at Montreal. Whether, like a modern Desdemona, Miss Josy (as she was called) had seen the Indian's "visage in his mind," we know not. Suffice it to say, he had unburthened his heart, "popped" the question, and she had "pledged" her faith in return. Our next consideration was how we could advance the interests of the happy pair; and after some little deliberation we raised a small subscription, to set them up in that earthly paradise of retired servants, a public-house. It was decided that Mr. and Mrs. Tee-tee-squas, with the aid of "Skug" as his "help," should establish a sort of caravansary at La Chine, for the benefit of travellers. The in-going was trifling; and having advanced them means, we proceeded to a sign-painter's and a printer's, to furnish them with a board to attract passing strangers, as also a prospectus of the new tavern. One of our party, being a tolerably good artist, sketched an idea for the "Indian Arms," for such was to be the title of the house. Burke, in his "human stud-book," would have described them as follows:-Arms quarterly: first, three scalps and a tomahawk; secondly, the calumet of peace; thirdly, spears, bows, arrows, and nets; fourthly, a bateau laden with furs. Over the arms were painted the English and American flags. Supporters-dexter, an Indian warrior, cross-belts over his shoulder-to one a powderhorn pendent, to the other a scalping-knife, holding in his exterior hand a tomahawk, thereon a scalp; sinister, an Indian chief, holding in his exterior hand the calumet or pipe of peace, all p.p.r. Crests: a green sand-piper p.p.r for Tee-tee-squas; on a mount vert, a squirrel sejant, cracking a nut, all p.p.r. for "Skug. Motto"Whoo-paa! whoo-paa! Hught! hught! hught! Anglicè, "Hurrah! hurrah!" a shout of triumph of the Indian warriors. In the printed prospectus-"Tee-tee-squas, of the Oswegatchee tribe, begged to inform his friends and the public that he had opened a new tavern, called the Indian Arms;' that every attention would be paid to their comfort; that English punch, Scotch toddy, and Irish whisky were to be had in perfection, as also gin-sling, sangaree, sherry-cobbler, cock-tail, sitronella-jam, hail-storm, dash of lightning, and mint-julep from a New York receipt; that Tee-tee-squass and

another, known by the name of "The Squirrel," were ready to act as interpreters, and attend sportsmen to the North-west Company's possessions; and that the landlord's wife from the United States would superintend all household arrangements." Such was the

outline of a prospectus which we caused to be placarded over Montreal and neighbourhood, copies of which we directed might be sent to other towns in the provinces.

THE

SPORTSMAN'S SIESTA.

ENGRAVED BY J. H. ENGLEHEART, FROM A PAINTING BY A. COOPER, R.Ą.

"I ain't well, Doctor: I can't get 'that sweet sleep' o' nights, Othello's bosom friend was talking about."

"Hum-Have you tried poppy or mandragora?"

"No; but I have almost everything else going the rounds night after night, never going to bed till three or four in the morningstaying out the Corsican Brothers in nine acts-reading the Sporting Magazine-sitting under an extempore parson-dashed if I can sleep."

"Hum-the Sporting Magazine-well, that ought to do it. Are you a sportsman?"

"A shot

Of course he is; at any rate, a bit of a oneYes, of course, again; a pretty fair one. "Then try that, says the M.D. Country air and country exercise, all that you have been reading about only, and you will be off as sound as a top in less than a week."

And so it is. The worthy gentleman, who was wide awake to Grisi and Caradori at midnight or thereabouts, is probably nodding now to Cousin Henny's "Banks and Braes" at a quarter to ten. How changed in a day or two his complaining note! "Dashed if he can keep awake!" now. And, as a great favour, they let him off to bed at ten o'clock" precisely," despite the forty winks he was caught napping over, when they brought him his lunch in the Copse-lane.

The worthy alderman who confessed that he did like hunting, for it made him so hungry, might honestly have gone a little further in his eulogy on field sport: it is meat, drink, and sleep to a man. Siesta, perhaps, after all, is scarcely the word for a sportsman's mid-day rest. It is far more worthily come by than the dozy dreamings of the used-up gentleman, who courts the attentions of the drowzy god because he has either nothing else to do, or not the heart to do it with. Mere change of air is often enough to send some of us off, but couple this with an eight hours' beat, and even Miss Henrietta will forgive the terrible want of manners and taste which the visitor exhibits, in fairly "forgetting" himself and herself by a nap before company.

Old Beppo, there, can hardly bear the slight so equitably. But watch him on the hearth-rug after dinner, if so far favoured, and mark how in his dreamings, too, he will stand to that old cock pheasant he found so cleverly, and you brought down so handsomely. "We were both wide awake enough then, Miss Henny."

THE CHASE.

BY RABY.

The Dulverton country-Devon and Somerset stag-hounds-Captain WestDulverton-The late Mr. Collier-Mr. F. Bellews' harriers-Tiverton houndsMr. T. Carew-Old Beale.

The little town of Dulverton, the Melton of the west, has this month been the scene of much gaiety and sport. The stag-hunting season having commenced on or about the 20th of August, a requisition was forwarded to Captain West (late Master of the Bath, and present Master of the Cheltenham stag-hounds), backed with a subscription, to bring his pack into the Dulverton country, and hunt the wild reddeer. The gallant Captain, ever ready for showing sport, at once acceded to the request sent him, and commenced operations on the Lynmouth part of the country, having very good sport over this fine wild country, and either killing or taking his deer on almost every occasion. After the Dulverton races-which, on the whole, were good, and ended with a steeple-chase over four miles of country, a little mare, called Minerva, winning-the stag-hounds met at Dulverton, on the morning after the Hunt Ball, and at once proceeded to Haddon, the pack being left at Hartford. The "tufters" drew Haddon, Upton Wood, and Deer Park, without finding the trace of old stags, which were known to be in or about the covert. At last Captain West ordered the pack to be thrown into Haddon, and they quickly got on the line of a deer, which ran by Bury, up the hill to Baron's Down, then down to the river Exe, and over into Excleeve Wood; here the hounds forced the deer down to the water again, and soon brought him to bay, and would quickly have killed him, had not a tenant of Mr. Lucas's rushed into the water and saved the deer, which proved to be a young male deer, and was therefore saved to be turned out on the moor again, after the hounds had left the country. It was stated that a fine warrantable stag had been viewed away from Haddon, by Wynne Corner, during the operation of tufting; but no one gave Captain West notice of the fact: this stag went in the direction of Skilgate.

I think there is every reason to believe that Captain West will hun the wild deer as long as he is supported by the gentry and others in