surprise, anticipation, combat, 

 despair. 



The following morning found me 

 eager to leam more exultation and 

 triumph for example; but that day 

 taught me only patience and per- 

 severance. It too was rainy and 

 cold and deemed to be "a bad day 

 for fish." 



Then came the day of days. 



Bert and I left camp early accom- 

 panied by a composite prayer that 

 we catch something, if only a " little 

 one." The exhibition of so much 

 energy unrequited was beginning to 

 get on the camp nerves. 



Bert worked the canoe along the 

 west shore of White Lake and back 

 again. It was a clear day and noon- 

 day fishing was "no good," so we 

 returned to camp for luncheon. The 

 Cook only was in charge, all the others 

 had gone off hunting. The woods were 

 full of game, moose, deer, wolves and 

 small fry. There was a kind of 

 brooding reproof in the silence of my 

 solitary meal of canned stuff. The 

 camp relied upon me to supply fresh 

 fish and to make a record catch and I 

 had not contributed so much as a 



