Well, we started, and, although it rained buckets of 

 water, I rather enjoyed the experience. We found many 

 iresh tracks of big game, the windfalls were few, and as 

 the path was deeply carpeted with fresh fallen leaves the 

 walk was anything but tedious. 



As I emerged from the forest the road led through a 

 piece of burnt land. I heard a cow-bell jingling, and 

 soon spied some cattle feeding off to the right and straight 

 in front of me two big does. But they had scented me, 

 and as they threw their heels up and bounded away I 

 tried a shot at the nearest one, but — ah, there's that 

 ■'but" again ! — I missed, and the deer were, in a twink- 

 ling, safely into the timber. 



We reached the lake, and then had a long wait for 

 the canoes. On their arrival we found one of them had 

 shipped a good bit of water, and that they all had had a 

 narrow call from capsizing. As the wind was increasing 

 every minute, and it was necessary for us to cross the 

 lake (here about a mile and a half wide), we put the 

 baggage into one canoe, and with our strongest guide to 

 handle the stern paddle and I to use the bow paddle, 

 while m}^ son squatted down in the centre of the canoe, 

 we pushed out into the hissing, boiling water. The wind 

 was blowing a gale straight down the lake, and so strong 

 as to pick the water up from the top of the white caps 

 and blow it around us in the shape of fine spray. Our 

 course lay diagonally across or up the lake in the teeth 

 of the gale, and hardl}' had we gotten a hundred 3'ards 

 from shore before my son's "souwester'' hat Tvas 

 knocked off by the guide's paddle. But that was uO' 



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