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good water not far off, and one of the finest views of the 

 lake before us. From the hill behind us. we frequently 

 gazed with unceasing delight upon scenes of forest ami 

 lake and sunset which would have inspired an artist or 

 driven him mad at the unapproachable, unreproducible 

 beauty, grandeur and loveliness before him. To the woods 

 man alone is all this reserved which brush and pencil at 

 best can only faultily suggest. And it is pitiful if the hlue- 

 shirted fisherman who camps on such shores and aniid-uch 

 scenes is not also in spirit something of the pool and the art- 

 ist. Nature is waiting "here for the glance of her truc- 

 1 over's eyes. 



In short order, for we were very tired and hungry, 

 tent and stove were up. supper agoing, our l>ed of houghs 

 made, and we were " at home" again. It was surprising, in 

 moving camp, what a genuine home reeling a little cotton 

 cloth in the shape of an A tent gave us, especially when, 

 at the same linn-, the aroma of the cotVee pot ascended to 

 our nostrils. We also built our "sociable lire" jus! below 

 the bank near the water's edi^e, :II1 d : ,|'ter Cupper stretched 

 ourselves on the grass or leaned against the trees near it; 

 and while we watched the sunset, and then the coming out 

 of the stars, and the camp tires across the lake, we talked 

 over the events of the day and the elders smoked the even 

 ing pipe of content and peace. The day had been, on the 

 whole, a rather hard one for us all. John had uncomplain- 

 ingly borne the heavy loads over the carries and rowed 

 many miles. I had drawn all the drafts on my body that 

 it would honor. And Ned, begging for heavy burdcn> 



