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" How far is it to the portage ? " 



" Portage yes." 



" How far how many miles ? " 



" Dunno." 



" Fifty miles, you think ? " 



" I suppose." 



" Sixty miles ? " 



"Yes." 



"Thirty?" 



" Yes suppose thirty." 



" Five hundred ?" 



"Yes." 



" Plenty salmon up there ? " 



"Yes plenty." 



" Any moose ? " 



"Yes moose too?" 



" Moose climb a tree ? " 



"Yes." 



When an Indian is a total stranger to you he answers "yes" 

 to all questions. Whether it he for reasons diplomatic, or to 

 avoid all occasion for differences of opinion, the noble choco- 

 late-colored red man is invariably non-committal. It cannot 

 he said that he ever leads the conversation. 



" I say, what's your name you with the pipe ? Are you 

 John?" 



"Yes," 



" Well, John, let us put out. The sun is getting up and 

 the day will he hot. Come, men, stir yourselves." 



In half an hour the canoes are loaded and ready for a 

 start. The passenger sits" on the bottom, facing up stream, 

 with his back against the middle bar, over which coats or 

 blankets have been thrown to make him comfortable. All 

 the boxes, sacks, and hampers have been stowed amidships, 

 just behind. The two cant>e-men take their places in the 

 bow and stern, and with long setting-poles, deftly wielded, 

 gently push the frail craft into the current. There, holding 



