bundle-burdened Creche, walking 

 ninety miles, more or less, and indig- 

 nation at his possible perfidy. Being 

 a guest, I said nothing. Our host 

 openly berated him as stupid, care- 

 less, lazy, but had no inkling of 

 ulterior causes that might have ex- 

 plained his continued absence. 



That night we determined not to 

 lose another day while waiting for 

 Creche. 



" He is as watched for, as a truant 

 lover," said Sally almost jerking down 

 the shade that had been left up so 

 that the lamp-light might shine out 

 as a beacon. 



Bobbie decided to move all the 

 paraphernalia possible to our first 

 camp on White Lake, known for its 

 big fish, and get it ready, and with 

 the guides he spent the day doing 

 this. There is much to be done to 

 prepare a "permanent" camp, which 

 is to be lived in for several days. A 

 temporary camp is a one-night stand. 

 Trees must be chopped, tents put 

 up, a fire-place made for cooking, 

 very elaborate, after the Adirondack 

 manner, with stones and live logs; 

 and, not to be forgotten, a landing 



