The rangers have come to the traveler's aid here and 

 cut steps into the ground, shoving them up with poles 

 and pegs. Downward we climb some twenty of these 

 steps and come out on a bit of flat trail. The sound of 

 tumbling water is close at hand. A short bit of birch 

 covered trail leads off to the right and at the end of it 

 in a leafy gorge, arched over with spruce and birch is a 

 beautiful waterfall. Down it tumbles from the heights 

 above and on down below us it goes. A beautiful pic- 

 ture. The 'Nymph's Shower" but, alas, without the 

 nymphs. 



If we thought we were at the bottom, a rude awaken- 

 ing awaits us. On downward leads the steps, some 

 eighty-five of them, till at last with a break neck dive 

 down a short, steep slope we land on the edge of Rose 

 Lake and mighty glad we are to get there. We counted 

 107 steps in that gorge and located sites for at least 500 

 more that had not been cut. Rose Lake is 265 feet below 

 Duncan, the portage between them is a short one-fourth 

 mile and all of the drop comes in the last third of it. 

 We congratulated ourselves that the grub packs, any- 

 way, would be lighter when we went back up. 



It was lunch time now and a beautiful little dining 

 room was ready for us hollowed out of the base of the 

 cliff. The gorge had to be explored up the falls and 

 innumerable pictures of the portage were attempted. 

 All of the pictures were wholly inadequate because the 

 trail disappeared so quickly in the trees. One can 

 never see more than a little piece of the trail at any 

 one time. The only real way to truly appreciate that 

 portage is to go over it with a load. After that a true 



