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also for stores and baggage of all kinds 

 besides. 



Day was just breaking on the morning of 

 September lOtli, when— after a most uncomfort- 

 able night in that wretched "go-as-you-please" 

 or "accommodation" train, already several 

 hours late on schedule time, I reached Terra 

 Nova station. Old Robert Saunders was 

 there ready waiting for me, and after a hearty 

 handshake introduced me to the man he had 

 brought with him for the trip, a fine young 

 Newfoundlander named John Wells. 



We lost no time in setting to work to get 

 everything ready for our journey, and within 

 an hour we had both canoes floating on the 

 lake just below the station, with all our baggage 

 packed aboard them. Saunders and I took the 

 Canadian canoe— a most beautiful little craft, 

 very strongly but, at the same time, lightly 

 l3uilt _ whilst Wells paddled the American, 

 sitting amidships and using the long double 

 paddle, like an Esquimaux in his " kayak." 



It was just six o'clock when we said good- 

 bye to the station master and paddled away up 



