knows he is coming to-day, let us 

 start," pleaded Sally, coming to my 

 aid, and it was so ordered. 



As the camp was made and already 

 provisioned and we had only per- 

 sonal luggage, which meant running 

 the trail but twice, once for that and 

 once for the canoes, we could afford 

 to start late. It was about eleven 

 o'clock; Sally and Nimrod and I, 

 each in a canoe with some luggage 

 and a guide paddling, had already 

 pushed out from the landing when 

 we heard our host's shout of joy 

 from the cabin and, like great ugly 

 two-headed birds we floated again 

 waiting for Creche. 



We could hear Bobbie's by no 

 means courteous orders addressed 

 to the camp boy to " shut up and 

 hurry up." Then Creche appeared, 

 a black ant crawling down the steep 

 bank to the landing, with a huge 

 brown bundle on his back, my thrice 

 precious and welcome belongings. 

 He threw it into a canoe and pushed 

 off. The Cook got into his canoe 

 and pushed off; but still George 

 waited on shore with the last canoe 

 ready for our host, who came not. 



