182 BOONEVILLE TO SARATOGA. 



John carried a pack-basket filled with provisions, his boat, 

 oars and axe— a good load for an ox. The lad carried the 

 "batter-pair' (with its germinal possibilities of unlimited 

 pan-cakes) and a goodly assortment of small articles; while 

 I struggled along under a pack made up of a bundle con- 

 taining stove, tent, blankets and the navy-bag full of cloth- 

 ing etc., etc., and rifle, rods, small bag, and pail containing 

 our cooking utensils and table furniture,— in all uearly one 

 hundred pounds. We thus carried everything at one trip, 

 but it was too much for us, and we were wiser afterwards. 

 1 had never so fully realized with what foi'ce the lieart can 

 pump blood up through the arteries in the neck and tem- 

 ples. I have great respect for the power of the heart, in 

 a literal sense. And T know why a locomotive puffs so 

 fiercely at the head of a long freight train on an up-grade. 

 It is on a carry with a full load. 



Sixth Lake is small, also, and the passage from it to 

 Seventh is difficult, but no carry is necessary. As we 

 emerged from the narrow, crooked stream, the beautiful 

 Seventh, bathed in the rays of the descending sun. greeted 

 our glad vision, and we felt rewarded for all the toil of 

 nearly four hours the sight had cost us. Without stop- 

 ping to laud or select our camping-ground, we rigged our 

 rods, and began seeking our supper. Sentiment and sleep 

 were to come afterwards. The emergent necessity was 

 something to eat. A promising sj^ring-hole ncai- the outlet 

 gave us nothing; but, at the mouth of a stream putting in 

 from the south shore, nearly opposite the foot of Big Island, 

 in an hour's time we captured not only our supper, but an 



