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of the warbler species, and a grayish white moth seemed 

 to like being under my shelter. These five creatures 

 were my sole companions for two days the salmon, 

 of course, being a never-ending source of interest. 



Meanwhile, the rain kept up its steady downpour. 

 The weather was warm, and I was extremely com- 

 fortable. If a grizzly bear had come down the trail, I 

 would have been content, but that one want was not 

 satisfied, and, therefore, my best-laid plans went all 

 " aglee." Friday morning the sun at last broke through 

 the enveloping clouds of mist and rain. "We decided 

 to pull up stakes and return to Sandy Lake, where the 

 lone bull was killed, our idea being that by this time 

 bears might be feeding upon his carcass. 



We ran the boat down the river to the entrance to 

 Swan Lake, and here we found that the overflow from 

 the river, which had risen five feet during the down- 

 pour, was rushing up the narrow entrance into Swan 

 Lake, and through that lake into Spectacle Lake, three 

 miles further up. We had lunch and spent the night 

 at the cabin on Swan Lake, and with a stiff head wind 

 against us pushed on the next morning to Spectacle 

 Lake and over a portage there into Little Lake. 



In the cabin at this portage we found a note from 

 the balance of our party, consisting of Drs. W. J. and 

 W. R. Roe and one guide, stating that they had left on 

 Tuesday for Sandy Lake and would be back that night, 

 so that put an end to our trip to the remains of the 



