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TKB OOLOGIST 



With this issue we conclude L. B. 

 Healey's "Around Red Lake in a 

 Launch." The Oologist and its read- 

 ers are surely under obligations to the 

 writer for the privilege of accompan- 

 ing him on this splendid outing trip. 

 The Editor. 



Around Red Lake In a Launch 

 B. L. E. Healey 

 Part V 

 It was now Sunday noon and also 

 we had planned on eating that dinner 

 at the Agency, we still had a half day 

 to reach our ultimate destination on 

 scheduled time. The lake was very 

 quiet and we were tempted several 

 times to head straight across a dis- 

 tance of but twelve miles and one 

 half, thereby saving the time it other- 

 wise it would take to go around the 

 East end of this, the South Lake. We 

 however, decided that we had plenty 

 of time to reach the Agency for sup- 

 per and we would stick to the advice 

 given us to stay close to the shore at 

 all times. At the extreme East end 

 we found a shore line some five or six 

 miles long of as clean and white a 

 sand as one could see. We were 

 tempted to take advantage ot this 

 beautiful beach for a swim. So for 

 an hour we enjoyed the water, the 

 sunshine and the hot sand. The beach 

 at Atlantic City couldn't be nicer for 

 bathing. We could wade out great 

 distances and the depth of the water 

 changed so gradually as to be hardly 

 noticeable. We venture to say that if 

 the wealthy people of Southern Min- 

 nesota and Iowa knew of this beauti- 

 ful beach, it would in time become as 

 popular as other bathing beaches of 

 National popularity. But we must hurry 

 on. As we rounded the end the water 

 became deeper as evidenced by dead 

 head logs which could be seen now 

 and then with the water soaked end 

 bumping the bottom and the light end 



floating up. These logs are cut six- 

 teen and eighteen feet long and as 

 they were standing nearly on end we 

 knew the water to be nearly that 

 deep. We were out from the mouth 

 of the Black Duck River from whence 

 the logs had come, and we longed to 

 fish but the wind had been raising 

 and going with it, it soon kept us 

 busy handling the rudder to keep the 

 waves from washing over our stern. 

 We got our first sense of sea-sickness 

 here but it was too exciting to last 

 long. We were soon traveling West 

 in the troughs of the waves and for 

 the balance of the trip we experienced 

 the largest waves of our journey. The 

 wind was sweeping across the lake 

 toward us and the South Lake being 

 deep the waves gained more magni- 

 tude. Our constant thought was, how 

 lucky we were not to have crossed 

 the lake. We passed by Redby, the 

 little town where the logging railroad 

 connects the lake shore with the out- 

 side world. We were not sorry when 

 we pulled into port at the Agency at 

 six twenty, for the strain in handling 

 the little craft in those great waves 

 was heavy on us. We drew our boat 

 up the small creek for shelter, had 

 our supper and went up to the Govern- 

 ment School where we were acquaint- 

 ed wtih the long lean engineer and 

 his estimable wife. We were sure of 

 a hospitable reception and enjoyed 

 comforts of one of the spare rooms. 



The school here is one of many 

 years standing. Uncle Sam has done 

 and is doing a wonderful work for his 

 native children. Besides the main 

 building which is very large, well 

 heated and well ventilated structure, 

 there is a modern, well equipped hos- 

 pital, large barns, extensive farm 

 fields, a saw-mill and a planting mill, 

 administration buildings, a laundry, 

 an electric plant, church, and severaJ 

 individual homes and cottages. Across 



