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FOREST AND STREAM 
April 12, 1913 
southern breeze finall}’ came. That morning 
Fat and Unc really turned out early to sneak 
down to the ‘‘Hoh’’ and grease its bottom, for 
it was agreed that the winners of the race to 
"Tye” would be excused from all labor for a 
week. Each crew improvised a poncho as a 
scpiare rigged sail. The crew of the “Woj” 
smelt the grease, so polished their canoe similar¬ 
ly. Amid the cheers of the assembled campers 
the start was made. The “Woj” forged ahead, 
being lighter laden. The longheads of the 
"Hoh” had previously arranged a corner on 
the other two ponchos, so made haste to ex¬ 
ecute their coup d’etat by using all three 
ponchos. Quite needless to say, they were 
guests for a week. 
Resuming the launch “Katy D.” we con¬ 
tinued our run up Lake Champlain, where we 
were caught in a storm. Had we no canoes in 
tow, we would have been quite safe, but they 
were soon a-wash, so that we had to beach the 
whole thing. At Port Kent we made a pil¬ 
grimage four miles inland in the blazing sun, 
expecting to see the wonderful Ausable Chasm. 
Around the principal part of the chasm is a 
high board fence of the old county fair ground 
brand, the inside of which to see a nominal fee 
of two dollars is charged. About this point 
we were uninformed. An eight-mile tramp on a 
dusty road and not to see the show would never 
ha^'e satisfied us, so over the fence we went. 
Seeing all there was, we started to walk out the 
main gate, and, being questioned for tickets, a 
new Marathon record was established back to 
the canoes. 
The canoe trip now began in reality, having 
delivered the motor boat to its owner at Port 
Kent. Endeavoring to make Plattsburg on 
schedule time, we started in another Cham¬ 
plain storm, this time enjoying the Hawaiian 
Islanders’ sport of riding the crest of a wave. 
We entered the Richelieu and hurried on into 
the Province of Quebec, where we found only 
French-speaking people. Our combined knowl¬ 
edge was put into play at an auction of house¬ 
hold wares. We “swap for swaped,” quoting 
the Canuck, our hatchet for an ax. At the 
same place we inspected a crude wind-mill 
nearly two hundred years old and still used 
for grinding corn. 
The broad, clear waters of the St. Lawrence 
were a contrast to the muddy Richelieu as we 
entered the former at Sorel. Hearing of the 
tercentennial celebration at Quebec only two 
days ahead, we decided to spurt for the event. 
W’e did one hundred and two miles in two days, 
getting within fifteen miles of Quebec when the 
tide (nineteen-foot rise) turned against us. The 
ambitions of the crew spruced up in so far as 
was possible with only a woolen shirt, khaki 
trousers, moccasins, and no hats, then walked 
inland three miles, catching a train to the city, 
where the spectacle of the Plains of Abraham 
was witnessed. At daybreak we reached camp 
in a somewhat tired condition. We rolled into 
blankets for an all-day snooze, but were fre¬ 
quently disturbed by Italians shouting, “Bloa! 
Bloa!” which caused a scramble for the lee side 
of a tree in order to avoid flying pieces of rock 
blasted by a railroad construction gang. The 
following day down to Quebec, where the 
Prince of Wales assisted us in the review of 
the a.= sembled w-arships of many nations. 
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