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"duffel "that Bobbie had deemed not 

 wise to leave on the bumping, jolting 

 wagon eggs for instance, and other 

 breakables. Nimrod weighed his 

 pack, twenty-three pounds, and 

 laughed it to scorn, but I noticed he 

 was willing to rest when Sally and I, 

 out of breath, dropped on a moss- 

 covered bank at the top of the hill, 

 Bobbie carried his guns and seemed 

 to find them sufficient. I had started 

 with a gun, seven pounds; a camera, 

 three pounds ; a little bag, two pounds ; 

 and a fishing rod, half-a-pound. 

 One by one these articles were trans- 

 ferred to Nimrod, but I wish to 

 relate that I came triumphantly 

 through with the fishing-rod. 



Once more in the canoe on the 

 Second Lake, in answer to my obvious 

 remark that every pound seemed to 

 double its weight every five minutes, 

 Bert, my paddler, said: 



"Yes'm. Some greenhorns tries 

 to work us like pack-horses. But 

 let 'em try a 'carry' themselves. I've 

 seen 'em. They begin by throwin' 

 away and throwin' away until they 

 get down to a pocket handkerchief. 

 Then they tear that in two and 



