Tree and bird and beast, hot sun, 

 cold winds, rushing torrents, giant 

 rocks and mighty distances; these 

 are the gods he worships with pain 

 and fear, with strength and joy. 



While dipping my hands in the 

 lake I reached over and kissed the 

 water, and the widening circles from 

 the touch took the message, "There 

 is no spot in the whole earth where 

 I would rather be than here." 



I never should have known the 

 whole truth about that bundle but 

 for the strategy of George. Drinking 

 in camp is, of course, tabooed; but 

 George saw that Creche had not 

 emptied the whiskey flask brought 

 from Trois Lacs, so he kept urging 

 the willing camp-boy to finish it as 

 the evening wore on. One by one 

 all went to bed except George and 

 the talkative Creche, whose tongue 

 now was running three ways at once, 

 English, French and Indian. Our 

 tent was close by and while Nimrod 

 snugly slept on his rubber bed, I, 

 wrapped in my recovered but still 

 damp blankets, heard the truth of 

 their disappearance. 



Creche's language was not print- 



