week from the morning he was found.

[* Dr. Hutchinson, is a medical practitioner of great note, and one of
the first settlers and oldest magistrates in that section of the
country. I had the particulars of this story from him; though, as it
was some years ago, I may have made some mistake as to the exact
locality.]

He, however, died in the arms of his afflicted wife, and was surrounded
by his family, a privilege purchased at the expense of severe pain, but
still one to the husband and father--even though he had been snatched
from his pangless death-sleep to possess it, poor fellow!

The mischances consequent upon being lost in the woods, which were so
frequent in the early settlement of Western Canada, are of rare
occurrence now. Since, roads have been cut, and the clearings have
brought the Bush-settlers nearer together. In my young time I have
often searched for missing persons, and indeed have sometimes been lost
myself.

I remember, the first summer I passed in Canada, making one of a party,
who were for eight days looking for an old woman nearly eighty years of
age, and her little grandson, who were lost in the Bush.

The old lady was going by a foot-path across a piece of woodland
between her son-in-law's house and a neighbour's, which, by-the-by,
were almost within sight of each other. The little boy, it seems, ran a
short distance off the path to gather some wild-flowers, and was
followed by his grandmother, who, either from her defectiveness of
sight, or, more probably, from having crossed without perceiving it,