glistening coat and trotted along 

 the portage trail till out of sight; 

 then, as Nimrod announced later, 

 when studying the tracks, he swung 

 off into a thicket. 



Third Lake proved uneventful; 

 then a two-mile carry. Fourth Lake 

 was punctuated by a bivouac lunch 

 at the beginning of the next carry. 

 The sun was hot now and had roused 

 to a busy hum all the tiny voices of 

 the forest, but although we knew 

 animals big and little were in the 

 neighbourhood, probably observing 

 us at the moment, we saw nothing 

 but tracks. 



Fifth Lake took most of the after- 

 noon, a monotonous dipping of pad- 

 dles. The last carry was through a 

 treacherous bog and then into the 

 Home Lake and Te-vis-ca-bing two 

 miles away. The evening shadows 

 were gathering, nature had thrown 

 a bewitching peace on the stretches 

 of water, woods and sky, an occa- 

 sional jumping fish caused a sweet 

 glad note as it plashed back to its 

 home, and then rang out the weird 

 call of the loon. LLLLLa-lllllloooo, 

 LLLLLLLa-lllllloo, lilla-loo, loo 



