CHAPTER XII 

 OUR RETURN TO THE HOME CAMP 



" Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep." 



HENRY V. 



Now came the exodus from Moccasin Lake Camp 

 to the home camp, and on the morning following the 

 experience at Reed Lake, we packed our superfluous 

 things into a big bundle, which our sturdy cook was to 

 " tote " homeward, while Henry and I were to make a 

 wide detour covering two more lakes. 



For once we followed a good road and, although the 

 weather was snappy with the low temperature on this 

 early October morning, it was a very enjoyable tramp 

 to the first lake which was named after a man called 

 Smith. On the three miles that were traversed before 

 this lake came into sight, no game of any kind was 

 seen, not even a partridge or red squirrel. 



We passed a set of lumber camps that seemed to be 

 in good condition excepting that the roofs had been 

 torn off by a man who desired the material to cover 

 some camps which he was building himself. This 

 action was rudely resented by the owner of the camps 

 who sent the roof-robber a bill for the damages, which 

 was promptly settled. 



We came upon the lake at its upper end. There 



