vi me irtwu w'g ;A young Englishman—I believe Lord Gro3venor—was in St. Paul last January having made the trip from a winter hunt of buffalo, near Fort Ellice, by sledge. According to his description, it was a more exhilirating experience than the 2.40 yer hour of a Red River cart. Four powerful animals, driven tandem—the traveller tucked away at full length in a long narrow cari-ole, wrapped to the chin in furs, and followed by a driver on snow shoes—the yelps of the dogs, as they bound away—the speed, often lulling to slumber, but not unspiced by the risk of a canine stampede •. and then, succeeding to the short bright days, the further romance of the camp—the roaring fire—the expectant dogs, each sitting motionless on his haunches like an Aztec idol, until the distribution from the evening meal took place; and finally the fraternity of men, dogs and blankets during the long winter nignts—indeed, it is not surprising that over all the Northwest, such incidents of travel should possess a rare fascination for the youthful and adventurous. *“ Pray, Rolette,” I inquired one morning, “ how many dogs have you ? ” “Twenty-one,” he replied, after a mental census of a few moments. FI could readily believe the statement, for it was a harvest moon, on the night before, and the crowd had been emulous in baying that luminary. The concert had commenced with a “ wolf ’s long howl,” we will suppose by some aged patriarch, then followed more vigorous notes, evidently from good sleepers who disliked to be disturbed, while the “ young fry ” felt at liberty to bring up the chorus with their immature barkings. But the confusion was soon terminated. “ Turk,” a truculent-looking bull dog, invariably interposed at the insupportable point, with one deep-mouthed growl: when suddenly silence was restored. It was amusing to see how universally his supremacy was recognized in1 f a. ■ n u 4 m n A 4 4 It It I It Tv /\ tt IV /t /A .-1