A Cruise on Lake Rossignol 



by the careless handling of a wrench, or had been caught 

 by the sleeve of a sweater and bent out of place. We 

 swept in among the rocks of the Narrows without scraping 

 off any paint. 



And thus ended the fourth day. 



FIFTH DAY. 



It rained all day, so we stayed in the house, and cooked, 

 rested, and wrote. 



SIXTH DAY. 



We were just getting ready for a two- or three-day 

 trip into the south end of Lake Rossignol, when a party 

 of three men and two women came along, very anxious 

 to be towed down through the chain of lakes, a matter 

 of twelve miles, to a point where they wished to camp 

 out and hunt. Ken undertook this job. It gave me 

 an opportunity to stay home and saw wood, and perform 

 other necessary chores around camp. The motor-boat 

 was a pretty sight towing off three canoes, tandem. 

 Each canoe was rigged with a " bridle," as described 

 heretofore. As this method of towing a canoe is, I believe, 

 original with the writer, it gave him great satisfaction 

 to see it so generally adopted in the Rossignol district. 

 Ken returned in about three hours. But it was then too 

 late to do more than prepare for a start the next morning. 

 A fine buck deer head was brought in this day by some 

 other cruisers and several fine moose heads. The weather 

 remained wet and cloudy. 



SEVENTH DAY. 



As Old Joe, our original guide, was unavailable for 

 further service, Pat Lacey, a middle-aged hunter and 

 trapper of great fame, was persuaded to accompany us 



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