place for the canoes. The more 

 experienced a canoeman is the better 

 care he takes of his fragile craft. The 

 originator of that old adage, "an 

 ounce of prevention" etc., must have 

 been a canoeist. 



Nimrod and I arranged with Clif- 

 ford and another Indian who was 

 quartered at his camp, to make an 

 early start for Loon Lake to visit 

 an echo cave of repute among the 

 Mangasippi Indians. To my ques- 

 tion, "How far?" I got answer: 



"Three lakes two little portages 

 a big one. Across Loon Lake two, 

 three mile; quite a piece, walk to 

 cave. Lady can do it; walk quick; 

 paddle quick; no pack; one canoe; 

 Clifford come to-morrow sun up." 



To feel really intimate with a day 

 one must greet it at birth. So subtle 

 and elusive is the dawn's language, 

 limited and elemental like all youth 

 only three king notes separate the 

 tranquil spaces of increasing light 

 form, colour and lastly, sound. 



Four figures in a canoe, gently 

 moving through the rushes of a tiny 

 stream that joined Home Lake with 

 Next Lake, did not seem to disturb 



