take us the forest part of the journey 

 were being packed, Sally and I stood 

 on the shore and looking across the 

 turbulent water-way to some lumber- 

 men's shanties, bade farewell to the 

 Ottawa, and to cut-glass, damask 

 and long skirts. Then we inspected 

 the men upon whom so much depend- 

 ed for comfort or misery during the 

 next month. The Tevi's two guides, 

 George and Arthur, were Ottawa 

 river-men and experienced in the 

 country. Bert, our special guide, as 

 well as the all- import ant cook, had 

 been imported from the Adirondacks. 

 The Cook was a Civil War veteran 

 burdened, as we soon learned, with 

 disabilities and wonderful stories. 

 Nate Creche, as "camp boy," com- 

 pleted the party. Nate was essen- 

 tially a "Trollak" product. It was 

 his birthplace, thirty years ago, and 

 represented to him the big world, to 

 which he came occasionally when he 

 had accumulated enough to have a 

 "good time." Reared in lumber 

 camps, with limited intelligence and 

 no education, but much native cun- 

 ning, he spoke three languages abom- 

 inably, English, French and Indian. 



