FOREST AND STREAM. 
May ii, 190/-] 
AN ISLAND IN TWILIGHT BAY AND THE WATER WHERE BISHOP WHITEHEAD CAUGHT A TWENTY- 
POUND MUSCALLUNGE. 
From a photograph by B. F. Landers. 
ant women alone can devise. It was sug- 
isted that a brawny lumberman be brought 
o'm the sawmill hardby to beat back those 
: the more ravenous appetites and prevent 
tern from devouring the food before the 
dies could arrange it on the table. Hungry 
lildren were pleading with frantic mammas, 
id the more worldly of the men, judging from 
ispicious, disconnected words, might be say- 
g their prayers—or other things. The hungry 
! owd was on the verge of mutiny when Mrs. 
avis announced, “Dinner ready.” There was 
1 rush for places at the table. When the con- 
sion died away and quiet was restored, then 
as it given us to learn the rarest lesson of 
j e year. It was seen that the places provided 
r Colonel A. R. Hunt, general superintend- 
t of the United States steel plant at Home- 
Tad; Joseph H. Buffington, judge of the Cir- 
l it Court of the United States, and Harry 
ivis, superintendent of the U. S. steel plant 
Clairton, were vacant. These three urged 
to be seated and waited upon the table 
til all were served. I11 estimating the char- 
: :eristics that have worked to raise these three 
hn so far above the level of their fellows, I 
| nk courtesy and kindness of heart would 
Ue a high rank. 
fust back of the Monettville boat landing is 
oretty little lake, where bass fishing is un- 
! 'passed. At 4 o’clock we started home, ar- 
ing about dark. The pleasures of this trip 
II linger in my mind like the memory of a 
asant dream. 
3 n Sunday, Colonel and Mrs. Hunt, Fred 
I my two boys, Scott and Lucas, cruised 
>und the open water near the Chaudiere, 
nng a visit to the Dorkiis family. At their 
ding Fred Hunt spied an abandoned birch 
1 ioe of a pretty model, and was planning 
w he might come into possession of the 
1 | ze > when an Indian silently paddled his 
( i ioe into the landing unobserved. Upon in- 
( i ry, Alex. Dorkiis, the Indian, said, “That 
my canoe. Heem no good. You take heem.” 
Sawed in two and reinforced at the sides, it 
now does double duty as a bookcase of very 
unique design, and an interesting souvenir of 
the Nipissing Indians. 
Colonel Hunt wanted an Indian pappoose 
board and wondered if he might find such a 
thing among these Nipissings. I assured him 
he could, for I had frequently seen them there. 
Accordingly, on our way home from the 
Chaudiere, we stopped at the Indian settle¬ 
ment. When we arrived at the house, who 
should come to the door but Indian Louie’s 
squaw with a pappoose snugly ensconced in 
one of these coveted Indian cradles. This was 
a A^erv shapely one, and immediately caught 
the Colonel's eye; but it seemed it was an 
heirloom, and the Indians shrank from sep¬ 
arating themselves from the treasure. On this 
one Old Eagle, a former chief, had been 
strapped when a pappoose. They brought for¬ 
ward a number of others which they assured 
us were newer and stronger; but these did not 
suit the Colonel. I told them the Colonel 
would pay for it. The old squaw shook her 
head and replied, “Kawin nisshissin” (money 
no good). “Ogamas, Ogamas” (the chief’s, 
the chief’s). The other Indians replied, 
“Ahnha” (yes) “Ogamas.” 
The astute Colonel displayed a brand new 
five-dollar bill that would buy much “petun,” 
tobacco, and this pretty crisp bill was a greater 
temptation than these Nipissings could well 
stand, and the Colonel carried home the 
treasure. 
Our days of sojourn there drew to a close, 
and all too soon the time came for us to 
migrate. Boats were taken from the water, 
repaired and placed in the house. Shutters 
were made ready to nail over the windows, 
and on Aug. 27, with the sky overcast and our 
hearts deluged with sadness, we found it hard 
to leave the wild, free life among the big pines 
and hemlocks to return to a place where the 
only things that resembled trees were tele¬ 
graph poles, lamp posts and smoke stacks, ever 
present emblems of the drudgery of an over¬ 
exacting civilization. Still it is ours to re¬ 
member that we can only enjoy spring to the 
fullest after enduring the frosts of winter; that 
the long autumnal days are all the more glori¬ 
ous after the oppressive heat of the summer. 
We must pay the price if we get the goods; 
and the vacation that comes without having 
been honestly earned by exacting service is 
rarely enjoyed. 
“Ye who love the haunts of nature, 
Love the sunshine and the meadows, 
Love the shadow of the forest, 
Love the wind among the branches. 
Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple. 
Who have faith in God and nature,” 
To all such, do I, with much assurance, com¬ 
mend this wonderland of the far north. 
Homestead, Pa 
THE CHANNEL EAST OF MAHNOHONET ISLAND. 
(Colonel Hunt’s Island.) 
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