FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 26th.

6 A. M. Found the Sloop high and dry, the storm having been from the South, had had the whole range of Lake Champlain forcing its waters into the Chambly River, and thus raising it above its natural boundaries, Our Captain had not been aware of this circumstance, and was very much out of temper to find, that on the cessation of the storm, the river suddenly retreated within its usual limits, leaving his vessel on dry land.

There were no other means of getting the Sloop into her destined element but by taking out the whole of her cargo, which consisted of salt in bags. It was still a work of difficulty, and employed ten men four hours.

11 A. M. Embark and set sail with flaws from the N. W. The clouds were heavy and broken, allowing the sun to gleam upon us at intervals.

2 P. M. Pass the Ile aux Noix, thirty-nine miles. I should consider the proper outlet of Lake Champlain to be at this place, yet on the maps it shews us part of the River Chambly, which is represented, contrary to truth, to preserve nearly the same breadth to within a short distance of Pointe-au-fer. Whether Lake or River, a flock of ducks were swimming upon it; when Jones levelled his gun, and shot one

dead, and broke the wing of another. The boy, our only sailor, was sent in the canoe in chase. We were highly diverted by the eagerness and manœuvres of the lad: many times his hand was stretched out to seize the duck, which, with a flap, or a dive, constantly evaded him. A signal was therefore thrown out for his recall. In the mean time, Jones was as actively, but more profitably employed: he had stripped his victim of his feathers, disemboweled him, dismembered him, and digested him;—that is to say, had put him into his Digester, where, amidst the fumes of savoury sauces, he was soon prepared for our dinner.

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6 P. M. Pass the Division-line and enter the United States, abreast of Rouse's Tavern, fiftyone miles from Montreal.

8 P. M. Ran on a reef off Pointe-au-Fer, a dangerous point and reef projecting far into the Lake.-Slept on board.-Clear cold night.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27th.

6 A. M. Landed at the Custom-house, or Cumberland-head. We here breakfasted at Ransom's Tavern, seventy-five miles. Cumberland-head and Bay are opposite to the Grande Ile, the largest Island in Lake Champlain, and situated in its broadest part. This Island is about fifteen miles long, and from two to four in width. We had passed two

other considerable Islands between this and

Pointe-au-Fer.

10 A. M. Re-embark; calm.

1 P. M. Light head-wind from the South. 21 P. M. Beat past Crab Island, which in the map is called St. Michael's, seventy-nine miles, a very small Island between the New York shore and the centre of the Grande Ile.

6 P. M. Beat past Valeur Island, eighty-three miles; called by our Captain, Belcour Island. It is situated between the Southern extremity of Grande Ile and the West Shore.

8 P. M. Had beat past Grande Ile, eightyfive miles, and gained the open part of the Bay. In consequence of a calm and light head winds, we had not advanced, during the whole of the day, at a greater rate than a mile an hour.Light head wind during the night.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 28th.

At daylight we passed four small Islands, called in the map the Four Winds; but our Captain called them the Four Brothers, ninetyeight miles. We had passed the Two Sisters in the course of the night. Slight rain.

9 A. M. Land on the Flat Rock, one hundred and three miles. The sloop being becalmed, we had landed to make the best of our way on

foot to Mr. Hearne's. The walking along the beach being very difficult, Jones and I undertook to explore our way inland. We were soon swamped, and glad to gain the beach again. The rain now fell very heavy, and the rocks we had to scramble over became so slippery, that falls were unavoidable. I got a severe one. The rocks and stones were very curious, a remark which I was sorry to be obliged to make en passant. At the end of two miles we came to a creek which we passed in a canoe, one hundred and five miles from Montreal. This creek is called the River Bouquet in Pownall's map.

After a most unpleasant walk of seven miles, which we were three hours in performing, we at mid-day reached Mr. Hearne's charming retreat, situated in the recess of a small bay, whose Southern boundary is that great natural curiosity the Split-Rock.

Soaked through with rain, and covered with dirt, we were introduced to Mrs. Hearne; her father, Mr. Bainham; and to Miss Bainham, her sister.

Our toilette made, and breakfast finished, we joined the Ladies, when Livingston bore away the palm in gallantry: in fact, Jones was not disposed, and I was too prudent to enter the lists against him. He drew Miss Bainham to a