Sept. 2nd--Our steamer "Inenew" landed here to-day with our District Manager, Mr. Rackham, Mr. Romanet, the general inspector, Mr. Griffith, manager of Albany Post, who is acting as private secretary to the general inspector, Messrs. Blake and Tash, movie men, and the Rev. Mr. Walton were passengers. The seaplane "Caaz" also arrived from Remy Lake with Mr. Griffin, representing the Toronto _Star_, as passenger. Sept. 21st--Mr. A. Nicolson and family arrived this evening from Rupert's House, after a hard and trying trip around the coast. Mr. Nicolson has been in the employ of the Hudson's Bay Company for forty years. It is with much regret that we see Mr. Nicolson severing his active services with the good old Company. Sept. 23rd--Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Anderson and child landed here to-day after spending a few months' holiday in civilization. Mr. Anderson is on his way to his Post, which is Attawapiskat. Oct. 1st--The steamer "Inenew" landed here to-day with the District Office staff and the balance of our outfit. This finishes our season's transport. Oct. 7th--Capt. G. R. Redfearn, A. Guibeau, engineer, Inspector Phillips, Sgt. Joy, Mr. Johansen and Mr. Sainsbury left this morning for Clute. Oct. 9th--Hauled out the S.S. "Inenew" to winter quarters and stored away the hauling gear. Oct. 27th--Packet canoes returned from the line to-day and by them received the first issue of our magazine, _The Beaver_. Oct. 29th--Mr. G. R. Ray, fur trade inspector, and Mr. J. B. Neil arrived here to-day at mid day. Nov. 10th--The river is frozen over, and hardly any snow on the ground as yet. We are having fine weather.--J. L. Gaudet, Post Manager. The Ghost is Foiled in Lac Seul's Haunted Room By R. O. OTTEN It was Christmas at Lac Seul Post, that historic place, well known to men of the North. Quite a number of the Outpost managers had come in to spend Christmas with the Post Manager and his family. The last to arrive was Mr. R. He had travelled over 200 miles by dog team and cariole to get there. After the hand-shaking was over, Mr. M., the Post Manager, drew Mr. R. aside and asked if he believed in ghosts. Mr. R. laughed and said he didn't believe in any kind of spirits, except the kind they used to have at Christmas in the old days, but wanted to know what the joke was. The Post Manager told him that he had only one room left vacant, and nobody had slept in that room for years as it was supposed to be haunted.