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country would benefit, as the hunter who goes into the 

 interior spends, say, 100 as against the 10 note of the 

 railway sportsman. 



To return to our start in the steamer from Glenwood. 

 After proceeding about three-quarters of a mile down 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 



