bracken, now in autumn browns 

 and sun-dried sweetness. 



In the tempting fragrance and 

 warmth of this we dropped to rest. 

 The men had all passed us on the 

 return trip and now coming toward 

 us was a big canoe, bottom side up. 

 The trim athletic grey legs under it 

 belonged to Bert. It passed with- 

 out comment. Another canoe equal- 

 ly large, came walking toward us on 

 sturdy brown legs in hobnailed boots. 

 It also passed in silence. Another 

 smaller canoe appeared on some- 

 what bowed legs and moccasined 

 feet. It did not silently pass. When 

 it got within hearing distance, it 

 began to puff and blow and finally 

 swung off its base altogether and 

 descended to the ground, revealing 

 Creche, who mopped his dripping 

 brow. 



"You'll do well to rest, since ye's 

 can. Le soleil bride comme tons. 

 II fera une bonne omelette de moil" 



"Can all the stuff be brought in 

 another trip?" asked the host. 



Creche swung the canoe into 

 travelling position, carefully shifted 

 it to the proper balance, and then 



