struck down the leader of them with an axe-handle, just as the
tomahawks began to gleam. The savages were now leaping forward to cut
down the white man, who had intrenched himself among some barrels, when
a fiendish yell rang through the building, seeming to paralyze them like
an electric shock, and a short, thickset Indian, of very dark
complexion, suddenly made his appearance in the midst of them. Raising
his tomahawk aloft, and uttering a few words in his native tongue, the
dark-faced warrior pointed to the door, through which the cowed savages
filed sullenly away and sought their wigwams. This was the renowned
Tecumseh, and such was the influence he exercised over his people, even
when they were maddened by drink.

From the rough and sterile nature of the country through which many of
these north-shore Canadian rivers run, it seems unlikely that their
solitudes will ever be converted into fields for the permanent
civilization that agriculture alone can establish. Lumbering operations
and the fisheries constitute their only inducements for settlers, and
these branches of industry are chiefly carried on by a nomadic
population, nearly as wild in their ways of life as the aborigines of
the region. Sportsmen will be glad to know, however, that of late years
the facilities for reaching these rivers have been much improved.
Steamers now ply regularly upon the St. Lawrence, at least as far down
as the Saguenay. Landing-piers have been built at many points where it
was necessary, not many years ago, for passengers to wade ashore from
their boats; and the roads over the capes and highlands--where any roads
have yet been made--are of a less impracticable and aggravating
character than formerly. The right of leasing the rivers for fly-fishing
is vested in the government, from whose Superintendent of Fisheries at
Quebec all desired information on the subject can be obtained.

It is from Upper Canada that the curious old-time features of the
country are passing rapidly away with the grand old woods. Within the
present century the celebrated Joseph Brant, called Thayendenegea by the
red men, held his half-barbaric court, as Chief of the Six Nations, at
the very spot on the Grand River where the thriving town of Brantford
now stands. Brant had seen European civilization, and was the friend and
companion of English statesmen; and he curiously grafted that
civilization upon the Six Nations' manners and customs when he returned
to h