/)(> you know the blackened limber do yon know the racing 



stream 



ll'ith the raw, right-angled Io<j jam at the end; 

 And the bar of sun-wanned shiinjle, where a man may bask and 



dream 



To (lie click of shod-canoe poles round the bend 

 It is there that '^'e are yoin</, with our rods and reels and traces 



To a smoky, silent Indian that we know 

 To a ccuch of new-pulled hemlock, with tlie starlic/ht in our 



faces 

 I' or the I\ed Gods call us out and we must. Kipliny. 



KHE RED GODS are truly calling. He who follows the 

 Indian, paddling his canoe in the same streams that 

 the Chippewa chief has thought his own, is hearing the 

 " more strongly than ever, 

 le "land of the sky blue waters" is calling to every lover 

 of the birch craft. It offers everything. The fishing grounds 

 where the wall-eyed pike, the "muskies," the trout, the black 

 bass, abound are waiting. 



Many Hear the Call. 



Every year, more virile young men and women hear the 

 call of the Red Gods. -Nothern Minnesota, the real land of 

 the sky blue waters, is the canoeist's paradise. The trips 

 that may be taken are varied. They can be made to last as 

 long as the canoeist desires. He may take a one day, two 

 or three day, week, two weeks, month, or all summer trip. 

 Always will there be something new. 



Three sample trips are here mapped out. Others will be 

 published in subsequent issues.. The state forest service still 

 has a number of maps showing possible canoe trips in the 

 northearstern part of the state. They may be had for the 

 asking. Enclose a stamp and they will be sent to you. 



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