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knows he is coming to-day, let us 

 start," pleaded Sally, coming to my 

 aid, and it was so ordered. 



As the camp was made and already 

 provisioned and we had only per- 

 sonal luggage, which meant running 

 the trail but twice, once for that and 

 once for the canoes, we could afford 

 to start late. It was about eleven 

 o'clock; Sally and Nimrod and I, 

 each in a canoe with some luggage 

 and a guide paddling, had already 

 pushed out from the landing when 

 we heard our host's shout of joy 

 from the cabin and, like great ugly 

 two-headed birds we floated again 

 waiting for Creche. 



We could hear Bobbie's by no 

 means courteous orders addressed 

 to the camp boy to "shut up and 

 hurry up." Then Creche appeared, 

 a black ant crawling down the steep 

 bank to the landing, with a huge 

 brown bundle on his back, my thrice 

 precious and welcome belongings. 

 He threw it into a canoe and pushed 

 off. The Cook got into his canoe 

 and pushed off; but still George 

 waited on shore with the last canoe 

 ready for our host, who came not. 



