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Backward she went, turning heels over head, and 

 making several complete somersaults, but still holding on 

 to her precious burden with both hands. She was soon 

 landed in the cold and swift-running waters at the 

 base of the cliff, and here she was compelled to let go 

 of the hat boxes, which floated down-stream as if in 

 a mill-race. First the woman was fished out of the 

 water, but not without serious trouble, and then a 

 canoe was paddled down-stream after the hats, and 

 they, when recovered and opened to the buxom dame's 

 view, were found uninjured. Her wet and bedraggled 

 condition was at once forgotten in the joy of this happy 

 deliverance, and tears soon gave way to smiles. Now 

 she was quite content to allow the head-gear to be 

 " toted up " by the Indians. 



But now to Gober Lake. After crossing the ridge 

 we came to a stretch of dead- water, and, entering an- 

 other pirogue, we came to a series of small falls, which 

 we poled up, and a mile further on Gober Lake Camp 

 was reached. There are two buildings: one for the 

 guides to sleep in and also to be used as a kitchen and 

 dining-room, and the other for the "sport's" sitting- 

 room and bed-room. 



After lunch Henry led the way to a canoe-landing 

 on the lake, where we entered a birch-bark canoe, 

 rather the worse for wear, and in face of a strong head 

 wind we paddled across the lake. Leaving the canoe 

 at the far side, we leisurely made our way through 



