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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April 3, 1909. 
large map of the world. We showed them our 
government charts which we had complete and 
cut in .small strips, which we could readily 
handle in a canoe even in rough weather, and 
they certainly came in handy, undoubtedly more 
than once saving us from capsizing. 
Here v.'e took two pictures showing the large 
banner they carried, advertising Detroit. After 
leaving them, we succeeded in crossing the bar 
with some careful handling of our 18-foot canoe. 
Afterward we learned that our friends tried to 
cross and capsized twice, losing considerable 
of their duffle. We learned also that about 100 
miles clown Lake Erie they abandoned their trip. 
We were certainly lucky this day, as after 
rounding Point Pelee, the wind died down and 
we did not have such a hard fight coming back 
on the other side. Soon it picked up and was 
favorable once more. 
We set out to make Rondeau Harbor before 
giving up for the day, but we had had no rest 
excepting an hour taken for supper at Port 
Alma, an abandoned town on the high bluff 
overlooking the lake. Dinner we had eaten in 
the canoe, while sailing, Tom in the stern with 
a paddle under his arm to steady her and eating 
such things as I could pass him on the blade of 
my paddle without turning around, for of 
course not much moving around can be done in 
a craft of this size with a heavy stern sea run¬ 
ning. After making perhaps ten or twelve 
miles after dark, along the forsaken shore, 
where not a sign of life was visible, just high 
bank on our left and a wide expanse of Lake 
Erie on the other side, we welcomed the sight 
of a large cluster of lights, which at first looked 
like a large fire of some kind. As we gradu¬ 
ally drew nearer, we found this to be a park of 
some kind, and presently discovered to our 
surprise an immense summer hotel with great 
crowds of people sitting around in swings, and 
on benches. An electric car line connecting, 
with Chatham, a thriving Canadian town, 
eighteen miles inland, explained the mystery. 
Here we decided to stay for the night, as we 
had had a good day and felt pretty well satis¬ 
fied. We found we had made sixty-nine miles 
since morning. Our record day. 
Monday morning, when making our start, 
with all the guests of the hotel looking on, we 
experienced considerable difficulty in launching 
lolanthe. A heavy sea was breaking on shore, 
and as there was no dock, we had to take our 
chances between waves. 
Our first attempt was not a success, as a large 
wave came roaring in and, striking the canoe, 
hurled it back and turned us, so that the next 
wave struck amidships and about half filled us 
with water. We did not give up, however, and 
I bailed while Tom forced her head out again 
and finally we cleared the breakers and went 
on our way amid the cheers of the resorters on 
shore. 
Soon we were inside Rondeau Bay; a large 
natural harbor, affording shelter for any num¬ 
ber of crafts in stormy weather. It is about 
four miles wide and ten miles long, and has two 
lighthouses with the customary breakwater to 
guide your way in after dark. Here our charts 
proved handy, as we found that only a narrow 
strip of land separated the harbor and Lake 
Erie at the further end. With our field glasses 
we soon picked out the narrowest point, and 
headed for it. Here, with the assistance of a 
farmer and a steady old horse, attached to a 
stoneboat—a flat sled used for hauling heavy 
loads over even ground—we made our first 
portage of possibly one-half mile through the 
woods, saving several miles’ paddle around 
Provincial Park. 
When started again we encountered our first 
head-wind, and fought against it until we 
reached the little town of Clearville, where a 
rapidly rising storm made us put in. Here we 
were in a bad way as to how to make a land¬ 
ing, for heavy seas were breaking on shore. 
Two fishermen showed great interest in us as 
we came along, now on the crest of a great 
wave and then disappearing altogether, only to 
reappear on the next one. It was plain that 
they had never seen a canoe before, and could 
not understand how so small a boat could live 
in such weather. 
As we neared one of their fish houses we saw 
a way out of our difficulty. Several large stakes, 
standing about thirty feet apart, stretched from 
the shore out into the lake. They told us 
afterward that they used them to haul their 
large gasolene fishing boats out from shallow 
water, before starting the engine. Approaching 
one of these stakes, we passed our painter 
around it, and gradually swung around into the 
wind, meanwhile handling ourselves very care¬ 
fully. Then we slowly paid off until we could 
reach their dock from the stern of the canoe. 
To be on the safe side we unloaded our baggage 
here to the great interest of the fishermen, who 
were watching our every move with wide-open 
eyes. When our baggage which would be 
damaged by water was safely placed on the 
dock, we took a line they threw us from shore 
and on the top of a large wave, landed our 
canoe right side up and perfectly dry. 
This was all very exciting to the fishermen, 
who immediately took ns into the shelter of 
their home, and after introducing us to the 
other members of the family, gave us a fine 
supper, and insisted on our spending the night 
with them, which, with a storm raging outside, 
we were very glad to do. 
In the evening we showed them our charts of 
their shore, something they had never seen be¬ 
fore, as the Canadian government does not get 
out any charts. 
We shall never forget our stay at this simple 
fisherman’s home. The kindness with which 
they treated us was certainly most cordial; in 
fact, along this whole shore we met the most 
hospitable country people one would care to 
meet. Whenever we asked for shelter or some¬ 
thing to eat, it was forthcoming gladly, and in 
many instances they absolutely refused to accept 
any remuneration. Mr. Shrubb and his family 
treated us particularly ’well, and when the 
morning broke nice and clear, we really hated 
to leave. We took several pictures of them 
all, which were afterward spoiled because our 
camera got soaked with water. They made us 
promise to write to- them, and tell them how 
we were getting along; and with their best 
wishes we again headed for Buffalo. 
Fair winds again favored us, and we were 
soon skipping along at a rapid pace, passing 
Point Talbot and Port Stanley, several miles 
off shore. J remember bracing myself againsi 
the sides of the canoe and standing up in the- 
bow with our field glasses to make sure we were 
passing Port Bruce, as our, chart showed us we 
should be, to estimate the time we were making. 
We ate dinner in the canoe while cutting 
from point to point, and put into Port Burwell 
for supper. Plere we endeavored to learn 
something about the shore ahead of us. as we 
desired to .make a few more miles, in the eve¬ 
ning, and did not like to take the chance of be¬ 
ing caught without a harbor of some kind to- 
put into. Some one told us that Clear Creek 
was twelve miles along further, and that a dock 
extended out into the lake. It is surprising how 
little the natives know about their own shore. 
I was for pushing on, while -Tom insisted that 
the creek would undoubtedly be filled up with 
sand, as is the case with most small streams 
emptying into the lake. Well, we went on, 
making good time with the music of those large, 
dead, heavy seas breaking along shore, just in¬ 
side of us to keep us company, especially as 
Tom refused to talk to me for the entire dis¬ 
tance. 
When finally we arrived at Clear Creek, he 
had a chance to say, “I told you so,” but, of 
course, he did not. Here was a fine how-do- 
you-do. The creek entirely filled up and only 
a few half sunken spiles remained to mark the 
place where a dock had stood. 
[to be continued.] 
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THE canoe in which THE TRIP WAS MADE. 
