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was discovered, at the head of which stood a plain 
wooden cross. It was, doubtless, the grave of some 
Christian Indian who had been taught by the priests 
at Fond-du-Lac, and who, when out on a hunting 
expedition, had been stricken down by the great reaper, 
and by his companions had been laid here to rest. 
This island camp recalls an incident connected with 
John, our baker. For some time past, notwithstanding 
the appetites of the men, his bread had not been giving 
satisfaction. Some of the party were afraid to eat it on 
account of the possibilities of canoeing accidents, which 
would be almost certain to result fatally, for with John’s 
bread in one’s stomach there could be little hope of 
remaining afloat. At first John had confined his baking 
to the making of grease bannocks, which, after being 
formed in a pan, were removed and cooked before 
the fire on a stick; and so long as he baked in his 
accustomed way he was fairly successful, but as soon as 
he undertook the use of baking powder, and the produc- 
tion of bread from a reflector (a camp oven) he grievously 
failed. Being anxious to uphold the dignity of his pro- 
fession at this camp, he sat up all night endeavoring 
to improve on his methods, but with little success. Two 
days later he again undertook the prosecution of his call- 
ing, and after cleaning his hands, brought out his dutch- 
oven, bake-pans, sack of flour, baking powder, etc. My 
brother, noticing these preparations, strolled over to 
a convenient log and there seated himself to watch 
John’s modus operandi. The sack was opened and the 
top of it rolled down until it formed a ring over the 
flour, in which a hollow was then made with the hands. 
