I'm going to show up a scoundrel."

"If that is your work you will never lack employment. But, seriously,
Corry, _cui bono?_"

"To keep him off Miss Du Plessis' land, to prevent him marrying her, to
hinder him corrupting the farmers and causing their farms to go to waste
with smuggled liquor."

"As you like, but Wordsworth says:--

Whatever be the cause, 'tis sure that they who pry and pore
Seem to meet with little gain, seem less happy than before."

"A fig for Wordsworth, and his tear in the old man's eye! I'll not be
happy till I bring that murdering thief of the world to justice."

Further conversation was checked by the view of the river from the top
of the hill, challenging the admiration of the two lovers of scenery,
and they began their descent towards the hamlet that lay on either side
of the bridge which crossed the swiftly-flowing stream. Then the lawyer
commenced the recitation of a poem in one of the old Irish readers:--

River, river, rapid river,

in which the dominie sharply interrupted him, recommending his tall,
mustachioed friend to put a stick of candy in his mouth and go back to
petticoats and pinafores.

"Wilks, you remind me of a picture I saw once, in _Punch_ or somewhere
else, of a nigger sandwich man advertising baths, and a sweep looking at
him, and saying: 'It's enough to tempt one, he looks so jolly clean
hisself.' That's the way with you, always firing out Wordsworth's silly
twaddle, and objecting to a piece of genuine poetry because it's in a
reader. The pig-headed impudence of you birchers beats all."

CHAPTER VI.

The Maple Inn--Mr. Bigglethorpe's Store--Dinner--Worms--Ben
Toner--The Dugout--Fishing in the Beaver River--The Upset
Suckers--The Indignant Dominie Propitiated and Clothed--Anecdotes
of Mr. Bulky--A Doctor Wanted.

A very clean and attractive hostelry received the travellers, and
compelled the dominie to remark cheerfully, "Now shall I take mine ease
in mine inn," which led to his lately indignant friend's response:--

Who'er has travell'd life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.

P. Lajeunesse was the name on the sign, which displayed a vegetable
wonder of the painter's art meant for a maple tree, for Madame
Lajeunesse kept the Maple Inn. That lady, a portly brunette, with a
pleasant smile and a merry twinkle in her