The Surveyor-General pointed to a part of the map, near to Presqu’ Ile de Quinte, as he made this observation to the Governor.
“I agree with you,” replied the Governor, “and I observe that there is already a settler on the other side of the stream.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the Surveyor; “that allotment was granted before it was decided that the rest should be a Government reserve; and if proof were required of the goodness of the land, it would be found in the person who took it. It was taken four years ago by the old hunter, Malachi Bone; he has been over every part of it, of course, and knows what it is. You recollect the man, don’t you, sir? He was a guide to the English army before the surrender of Quebec; General Wolfe had a high opinion of him, and his services were so good that he was allowed that tract of 150 acres.”
“I now remember him,” replied the Governor, “but as I have not seen him for so many years, he had escaped my recollection.”
“It will be a great advantage to you, Mr Campbell, having this man as a neighbour.”
“Now,” continued the Governor, addressing the Surveyor-General, “do you know of any person who would be willing to serve Mr Campbell, and who can be depended on; of course one who understands the country, and who would be really useful?”
“Yes, Governor, I do know a very good man, and you know him also; but you know the worst part of him, for he is generally in trouble when you see him.”
“Who is that?”
“Martin Super, the trapper.”
“Why, that is the young fellow who breeds such disturbances, and who, if I recollect right, is now in prison for a riot.”