nuts, cake and the proverbial baked beans and even canned 

 raspberries. We were such appreciative guests that the cook 

 presented us with a can of raspberries and a bag of cookies. 



We made one portage that afternoon which soon brought us 

 to Foot Print lake. This odd name was given to the lake for 

 the obvious reason that there is a print of a foot on the rocks 

 at the foot of the lake, evidently a relic of the days of the 

 giants. We camped on this lake the third night out for it was 

 here we were to wait for some Indian guides. 



We did not have to wait long the next morning before the 

 Indians appeared. We piled into our canoes as soon as we 

 caught sight of them for we well knew that their guidance 

 meant some hard paddling on our part if we were to keep 

 them in sight. There was a heavy squall that day which made 

 it absolutely impossible for us to keep them in sight at all 

 times despite the fact that their canoes were heavier than 

 ours and were much more heavily loaded. 



All along our journey, as island after island came into view 

 and we saw their outlines grow clear and their coloring change 

 from a dim blue to a brilliant green we felt a keen regret 

 that the wonders and beauties of these lovely isles of the 

 woods are so little known to the outside world and when we 

 reached Jack Fish lake our regrets were still keener for we 

 unanimously affirmed it to be the most beautiful lake we had 

 ever seen. 



The second day that the Indians acted as our guides found 

 us encountering a heavy squall on Loon lake. Had the Indians 

 not been with us we would have been somewhat terrified in 

 our attempt to breast such a gale but we pushed steadily on- 

 ward and after twenty miles of good hard paddling we reached 

 Koochiching portage. 



It rained again that night and not only rained but blew so 

 vigorously that one of the tents blew down. We soon had it 

 up again but the incident disturbed our slumber so that we 

 slept late next morning. After our persistent though useless 

 attempt to keep up with the Indians during a twenty-mile pull 

 against a head wind it is needless to say that we not only 

 slept late but slept well. 



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