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the lake we put in to land and took up a load of fuel, 

 which did not occupy many minutes, we and our men 

 working with the steamer crew. Only the Indian chief 

 held himself aloof. As the wood was brought aboard 

 it was stowed below by one of the Timber Company's 

 men, and in the midst of the loading a log was thrown 

 down which struck this poor fellow on the head. As 

 the log was a heavy one, the least we expected was to 

 find that he had got a nasty knock-out blow, but to 

 every one's surprise, after a dazed moment and a little 

 king's English, he began to work again. 



The Gander Lake is a fine stretch of water, wooded 

 to its borders and shaped something like a star-fish, of 

 which one great arm runs up towards Benton. We 

 left this to the south-east, and about three o'clock 

 disembarked at the lake head. We brought off the 

 canoes and the outfit and loaded for our start up the 

 river, only waiting to make a fire for a cup of tea before 

 setting out to take advantage of the small amount of 

 daylight left. While the men were busy Hardy and I 

 paid a visit to the Indian teepee. We photographed 

 Reuben and the teepee ; then, being introduced to 

 Soulis Ann, we begged for the honour of taking her 

 likeness also. She was by no means unwilling, but, 

 alas ! insisted on arraying herself in a black tight- 

 waisted store-dress, which, had she but known it, was 

 far from an improvement upon her more picturesque 

 every-day attire. 



We promised the Indians copies of the photos, and 

 entertained them at a meal of bread, cheese, and tea, 

 after which we bade them good-bye, and distributing 

 ourselves in the canoes, one nineteen-foot and two 

 sixteen-foot, we paddled away. 



