ON the first Sunday in April, 1914, late sleepers at War- 

 road, on Lake of the Woods, were roused by the purr 

 of a motor on the river, and for one startled moment, 

 thought that summer had come and that a launch was pass- 

 ing by. Those who hurried to windows and looked out saw 

 only the wide sweep of ice and caught sight of the Lumber- 

 man's new "Overland" vanishing around the Point towards 

 the lake. 



In half an hour, the car came rushing back. It stopped be- 

 fore the office of the Legislator, who had been an Early Set- 

 tler and a Fisherman. Four men tumbled out of the automo- 

 bile, ran up the bank, and burst into his office. "Come along!" 

 they shouted. "We saw two wolves on the ice close to Spring- 

 steel's island. We came back for our rifles. Come along!" 



The Legislator hesitated. For twenty-two years he had 

 lived on Lake of the Woods. He had come to this new country 

 when there were not more than a dozen white men on the 

 South Shore. He had faced perils unnumbered, in boats of all 

 kinds, and on the ice, and was ready to face them again with 

 a steady pulse; but a mad ride after wolves, over the ice of 

 spring, in an untried machine, driven by the Lumberman 

 proud of his new car and keen to show what speed she could 

 make well, hardly! 



"I guess I won't go," he said. "Automobiling on the ice is a 



