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by majestic successors, tearing the still waters 

 asunder and casting the torn waves against either 

 rocky shore. 



In the later, pleasant days of autumn canoes of 

 the Waubanakees reappeared, like apparitions of 

 the old days, rounding the ancient headland, and 

 making into the great "Bay of the Vessels" 

 straight for Wonakakatukese, Sungahneetuk or 

 Paumbowk, the old trapping-grounds of the wild 

 fathers of these peaceable men, coming now with 

 no bloodier intent than warfare against the musk- 

 rats, while their women made baskets and moc- 

 casins to hawk about the countryside. The oldest 

 men could repeat the legends of ancient wars 

 with the Iroquois and knew the old names of 

 rivers, mountains, and lakes, and still made offer- 

 ing to Wojahose, the invisible deity of the lake, as 

 they paddled in awed silence past the lonely rock 

 wherein dwelt the master of storms. 



Fifty years ago some one discovered that the 

 reefs off Thompson's Point were good fishing- 

 grounds for pike-perch, and they became a favorite 

 resort of anglers. To take advantage of the late 

 and early fishing it was a common custom to camp 

 on the Point overnight. For the most part the 

 fishermen camped in primitive fashion. They 

 slept on beds of cedar twigs under rude shelters of 

 cedar boughs and cooked their simple fare, with 

 few utensils, over an open fire. Occasionally a 



