With a Tenderfoot 



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Everything was in readiness for the start 

 by 11 o'clock; and our party of four, Tender- 

 foot and one Indian in the rented canoe, 

 headed up Lake Kippewa in a very hot sun, 

 too hot, in fact, to be comfortable. After 

 proceeding a few miles, we threw our trolls 

 in the water, and in a very short time had 

 caught five good-sized pike, all of which we 

 returned to the lake except one which the In- 

 dians kept to cook for our mid-day lunch. 

 This consisted of fish, potatoes, coffee, etc., 

 cooked in the finest style — " The best meal 

 since I left home," pronounced Tenderfoot; 

 and his appetite was indeed something 

 extraordinary. 



Lunch over, we pushed from shore again, 

 trolling the way as we paddled for a portage 

 a mile distant. The fish seemed very plenti- 

 ful and the nimrod alone caught five pike and 

 pickerel within the mile, all of them thrown 

 back into the water. 



The portage was about a quarter of a mile 

 across, and an interesting sight was to see how 

 cleverly the Indians packed ; and it was simply 

 amazing to see how much they each could 



