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they shifted along a crevice in the gray rock 
which they so nearly resembled in color. 
After considerable delay, Charles found the 
trail of another carry going south at the end of 
a deep cove, but it was getting late, so we 
pulled ashore, unloaded the canoes and started 
supper, while Charlie and Lawrence proceeded 
up the trail to see where it went. After we had 
done our part in getting the camp routine go¬ 
ing, we adjourned to the water’s edge, each 
man with grim determination written on his 
face. We are going to have a bath. We knew 
the water was cold, but such petty objection 
was lost in our greater need. It was not a 
pleasant episode, but we succeeded after a 
fashion. In the meantime the guides had re¬ 
turned with the news that at the end of the 
trail a mile away was Oakland Lake. 
June 4 was an eventful day. For a week we 
had been traveling through a wilderness which 
was extremely deficient in sign posts or friendly 
policemen to direct us on our way. Once past 
Kahfan, the Milford men had only their well 
developed sense of direction and location to rely 
on; Charlie had done his part admirably, but he 
frankly confided to us that Sporting Lake 
marked the limits of his ability to guide, and 
even here he had been at fault in finding the 
right carry; while I could not aid until we had 
passed Oakland Lake. In a word, we all 
thought we were on the right track, but nobody 
was certain. The test was to come. We were 
about to plunge into the unknown. 
The situation had one serious aspect and upon 
that phase George insistently dwelt with a 
pathos which was heartrending. We were 
nearly out of provisions, and if we did not reach 
Camp Marlett, or somewhere, pretty soon, it 
meant short rations, and short rations, to say 
nothing of starvation, would be a dire calamity 
to six healthy appetites like ours. An inven¬ 
tory of the larder showed that the coffee, cocoa, 
sugar, potatoes, pork and flour were all gone, 
and that nearly all the bacon and ham had dis¬ 
appeared; there were only six eggs left of all 
those dozens, a pound of tea, a handful of buck¬ 
wheat, plenty of cornmeal, some rice, and 
enough butter, but alas! it needed burial; while 
the canned stuff had purposely been used up 
long before in order to lighten weight on the 
carries. 
As usual the camp was stirring shortly after 
dawn. The wind blew co'd from the northwest, 
and there were a few dashes of rain, but the day 
turned out clear, cool and stimulating. We 
were getting expert on carries, and with all 
hands helping to relay the equipment and 
canoes, we were able to negotiate the Nova 
Scotian mile between the two lakes by nine 
o clock. On this trail George saw a fine red 
fox close at hand. 
We were then on the north shore of a small 
lake which bore not the slightest resemblance 
to my recollections of Oakland Lake, but 
Charlie was sure it must be Oakland, and it 
lay in the right direction. We paddled down 
this lake—which we afterward learned was ac¬ 
counted a part of Oakland and called by the 
Indians the Little Dish—in a west southwest 
course three-quarters of a mile to its lower end, 
then through a half mile of winding Stillwater, 
and came out on a fine large lake, a. mile wide 
and three miles long, lying northeast and south¬ 
west. In a few minutes the mental images re- 
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