And so it came about that we humbly followed the 

 Indian : four men, two women, two children, and packs, 

 so it seemed, for a dozen. No man can travel that 

 trail unburdened, for his house and his eats must go 

 with him. If one cannot get along without all the 

 frills of the town, let him stay at home, for when Jim 

 Geseek lias led the way none but the red-blooded need 

 follow. And yet to do this stunt one does not need to 

 be a superman; one needs but canoe sense and a love 

 of the outdoors. For him who has these three the 

 greatest pleasures of the world lie waiting. The great- 

 er the strength, the greater the accomplishment, but 

 none need be wholly debarred. 



The old trail, widened and made over into an auto- 

 mobile road for the first few miles, strikes boldly up 

 across the face of the great hill which towers like an 

 ancient sentinel above the lake shore as though to op- 

 pose a barrier to the unworthy who would pry into the 

 secrets of the wilderness. One mile, two miles it climbs 

 without a break. The panting traveler, looking down 

 from that dizzy height, sees the little town of Grand 

 Marais laid before his eye like a toy city. Its break- 

 waters, its lighthouses, its little circular harbor with 

 the rocky promonotory to the east stand out clear-cut 

 against the background of the mighty lake, a perfect 

 picture. 



Fascinating as the picture is, with the ever-restless 

 lake and the lure of the steamers outward bound, the 

 outfaring traveler pays it scanty heed. He is too full 

 of the visions of the things, to come to give long atten- 

 tion to the things he has left behind. Perhaps later on, 

 when he comes to cook his first meal and finds that he 



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