charge of a man and a cow, and used 

 as a half-way house by the few 

 travellers who go into those wilds. 

 Creche and the Cook had already 

 started with the loaded wagon over 

 a well-nigh impassable wood road. 

 We were to take the water route 

 and all expected to reach Te-vis- 

 ca-bing that night. 



Each in a canoe with a guide to 

 paddle it, we slipped through water 

 so calm that later when the inevi- 

 table photograph was developed, so 

 sharp was the reflection that one had 

 to examine closely to know real from 

 shadow. This was indeed all that 

 our host had pictured. The wooded 

 shores brilliant from the first frosts 

 rose like the rim of a huge cup waiting 

 for Manabozou to quaff an autumn 

 vintage. Three miles of easeful silent 

 motion and we landed at the first por- 

 tage. Each guide without waste of 

 time or speech swung his canoe over 

 his head and started on the trail, in 

 this case a mile up a hill and down 

 again to the next lake. 



We started more leisurely as the 

 guides were to make two trips to 

 our one, we having brought some 



