OR, THE LAKE LANDS OF CANADA. 125' 



culty that we anticipated was that of following the stream 

 through the wilderness up to the lake. It is true that we 

 were provided with a compass, but this instrument pos- 

 sessed little value for us here, since there was some ques- 

 tion in regard to the direction we ought to take. The lake 

 was thought to be distant from Sphynx Falls about five 

 miles, and it was considered very desirable to reach it at an 

 early hour in the day, in order that we might cross over to 

 Mossup's Landing and make a start the same day on the 

 crossing of the Hor-ka-por-ka Portage. The guides be- 

 fore pushing the canoes from the shore that morning at 

 Sphynx Falls gave us such information as they possessed, 

 and when the good-by had been said they were off on the 

 water, and we turned into the forest. We found some 

 ruffed grouse, but no other game during our morning 

 tramp. 



We wandered about much in the wilderness, and visited 

 the river frequently to determine whether we were travel- 

 ling in the right direction. Thus we were enabled to de- 

 termine our course, and finally reached Harvey's Bridge, 

 hear Pickerel Lake, about one o'clock p.m. 



Few incidents occurred during this long walk, and none 

 of sufficient importance to be worthy of mention here. 

 The morning was bright and beautiful, but before noon 

 clouds had made their appearance and rain began to fall. 

 The rain, however, did not continue for more than two 

 hours, when the sun reappeared and filled our hearts with 

 joy. This walk had been through the woods, including 

 swamps and rocky hills, while our pathway was obstructed 

 with much fallen timber. 



