through Magnetic lake, down Gunfiint against a head 

 wind, across Little Gunflint and Little North to our 

 old cabin on Big North. It was a long day's trip, but 

 we knew there was grub at the end of it. And there 

 surely was. Charlie Bostrom had brought us a cake 

 and some bread. Some bread. Great Scott but that 

 bread was good ! Dough gods taste pretty good on a 

 portage, but one loses respect for them after while. 

 To eat them for a week and then come back to bread 

 like that is surely a treat. I have dreamed about it 

 many a time and I have never had a banquet since that 

 I would not have swapped for a loaf of it. 



The next day took us back over South and Duncan 

 on some high rolling seas, up Stairway Portage, through 

 West Bearskin and landed us back at Clearwater 

 cabin early in the afternoon. Mrs. Bostrom invited 

 us over to supper and gave us a dandy. We felt ready 

 for anything the next day. 



After our experience with the wagon coming out we 

 decided to hike to Grand Marais. Everybody, men, 

 women and children loaded up with packs and we hit 

 the long trail. We were three days at it, but we made 

 it in good shape, and found the little Ford waiting to 

 take us back to Cloquet the next day. 



Millionaires may scorn their native State and affect 

 canoe trips in Maine, Ontario or the Adirondacks, but 

 when you feel your red blood stirring just follow the 

 trail of Old Jim Geseek and you need not envy any 

 man. 



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