96 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
The wagon lagged behind, while we rode on in 
front, and we soon had a fine view of the pretty 
valley from the heavily wooded hills over which our 
route led for seven miles to Payette Lake. The 
timber was mostly yellow pine with some tamarack, 
and often for long stretches there was no under- 
bush, so the riding was good. After a while, the 
blue water of Payette could be seen through the 
trees, so we rode down to it. The lake is about 
twelve miles long, roughly triangular, and about 
four wide at the base. We could see the village of 
Largo on the opposite side from where we dis- 
mounted to wait for our wagon. 
After a rest of two hours, a boy passing with a 
pack train informed us that our outfit had cut off 
a corner and got ahead of us. He also told us 
where we could have lunch, which was very much 
tothe point. The lunch house was beautifully situ- 
ated on the high bank of the lake. It was sur- 
rounded by fine timber, but a view of the water 
could be had. The hostess was an excellent cook 
and everything was clean and good, so we enjoyed 
our meal. 
Our road led north by the side of the lake, with 
forest on our left and a fringe of autumn-tinted 
shrubs between us and the water. After a stern 
chase of several miles, we overtook our wagon in 
difficulties at a place where the road, dipping to | 
the water’s edge, swept around a rocky point. It 
was built out over the lake in places and was nar- 
row. Just as the outfit arrived at the rocky point, 
they met the only wagon we had seen all day, and 
