that sometimes the fish refuse to be 

 caught and that it rains, yes, and 

 rains and rains again, and the winds 

 lash angry waves, upon which, there 

 is no peaceful gliding but much need 

 of strenuous endeavour and a knowl- 

 edge of swimming. He failed to 

 note the necessity of staying in a 

 cramped position until one has sam- 

 pled a large collection of aches and, 

 lastly, that the flower-strewn portage 

 is more often the trail of fatigue on 

 which burdened humans, doing the 

 work of pack-horses, sweat and strain. 

 No, my preference is still for the four- 

 footed friend who does most of the 

 work, neither automobiles, airships, 

 nor canoes can win away my 

 allegiance. 



Still I acknowledge the wonderful 

 charm of the water country and the 

 almost human companionship of the 

 canoe. And the soft ease of smoothly 

 gliding on a placid lake was borne in 

 upon my soul the following morning 

 when we were astir before the sun 

 had cleared away the water veil that 

 had draped the landscape in silvery 

 softness. We had spent the night 

 at a deserted lumber camp, now in 



