24 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
for a few Indian Summer days in the woods. IL 
was told to be sure to have my moccasins large 
enough, so those procured were quite roomy enough 
to include two pairs of socks, but even these proved 
too small, as they shrank considerably after being 
wet. 
Mr. Hall kindly wired for two guides to meet me 
at Metabetchuan on Sunday morning, and also ar- 
ranged for two buckboards to convey my party and 
my supplies to Lac de La Belle Riviere, the end of 
the wagon road. I left Quebec on Saturday night 
and arrived at Metabetchuan on Sunday morning 
at six. There I was met by the genial proprietor 
of the local hotel, who assumed charge of myself 
and effects and who took no end of trouble in get- 
ting me safely off by nine o’clock. I liked the look 
of my guides, Dalle and Semond, and it has never 
been my luck to travel with men who would do as 
much hard work in a day. They were always 
ready and very cheerful. I had bought supplies 
for three men for ten days, but now the two buck- 
board men had to be provided for while going into, 
and coming back from the lake. We hunted up 
the ‘‘boulanger,’’? procuring from him a sack of 
loaves. The bakery was a very quaint and primi- 
tive place, being a long low addition to the back 
of the dwelling house through which it was en- 
tered. It being Sunday, the supply of bread on 
hand was enormous, as the country people coming 
in to church were in the habit of buying large 
quantities. Owing to the shops being shut, it was 
impossible to procure any more green pork, the 
