May 21, 1910.] 
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inst. addressed to the Superintendent of Public 
Works, I have to say that it is against the policy 
of the Department to issue navigation permits 
for canoes. If you simply wish to paddle be¬ 
tween the locks no permit will be necessary, but 
lockage cannot be given to craft of this char¬ 
acter. Yours truly, 
Winslow M. Mead, 
Deputy Superintendent Public Works. 
I understand .that permits are granted on re¬ 
quest to motor boats of any size. I cannot un¬ 
derstand why canoes are discriminated against. 
I had planned to take this trip with my wife, 
camping out on the way, thus making consider¬ 
able weight of dunnage necessary, and of course 
to portage the outfit around the twenty locks be¬ 
tween Buffalo and Cayuga Lake is impossible, 
and so a very delightful, healthful and innocent 
trip must be abandoned, owing to sixteenth cen¬ 
tury ideas of a State Department. A canoe is 
not even permitted to lock through with a motor 
boat when the lock is being expressly operated 
to let the latter boat through. I know this for 
I have been ordered out of a lock under those 
precise circumstances. The rule is, therefore, 
not to save the lock keeper from overwork, for 
in these degenerate days of the Erie Canal, lock 
keepers are likely to die of ossification from in¬ 
activity. Canoe men tell me that a bribe (called 
a “tip”) given to the lock keeper takes you 
through, but I do not want to be catalogued with 
“the men higher up.” 
Is there any reason in my complaint or am I 
just a “kicker”? 
Yours very truly, 
Benjamin W. Hall. 
An Ozark Canoe Trip. 
Continued from page 786. 
A second horrible discovery was then made. 
In deflating my two pneumatic mattresses in the 
morning, 1 had removed the plugs from the two 
valves in order that the air might escape more 
quickly and had forgotten to replace them. Here 
was 1 with two mattresses which were to be 
filled with air and no means at hand to keep 
the air in. I looked at Boots and she looked at 
me. There was a great deal more in Boots’ look 
than to mine. Here our old friend Jim bobbed 
up again. He said that Cap Wallace had sundry 
bottles of stuff at his camp and no doubt some 
were empty; from these bottles corks had been 
taken. He was sure he could lead us right to 
a couple of corks which could be trimmed to fit 
the valves and then forced in and retained by 
a cord. Oh, Jim was a jewel. Every problem 
that confronted the expedition the remainder of 
the cruise he would solve in that cheerful man¬ 
ner of his—may he never lose it. 
A trip through the woods to Wallace’s tent 
was organized. All the men folks of the party 
went to get two small corks. The girls thought 
it strange, but forebore to mention their mis¬ 
givings until our return. It was hard to break 
away from the hospitality of that group of happy 
fishermen, and we did so only after promising 
to return on the morrow. The corks did the 
trick and Boots’ mouth changed from an in¬ 
verted arch into a broad smile of satisfaction 
as the mattresses swelled up and assumed their 
proper shape. 
At the earnest solicitation of the newlyweds 
we decided to remain at Scotia for two days. 
This was joyful news to the girls, who looked 
forward to a day of rest after a day of general 
cleaning up which seemed to be necessary. 
I had visions of fighting bass the next morn¬ 
ing. I awoke at four. Knowing that the camp 
would not be astir for some time I jointed my 
fly-rod and waded out into the creek for a couple 
hours of casting. The water was cold, but my 
legs soon grew accustomed to it, and except for 
the cold ring at the surface of the water, there 
was little discomfort. Upon rounding a bend 
in the stream above camp I met with a surprise. 
On the gravel bar ahead was a tent and an up¬ 
turned canoe—the Iris Girl. The Iris Girl was 
scheduled to leave the Springs two days after 
our party. Evidently they were ahead of sched¬ 
ule. I quietly fished on down, past tent and 
back to camp with but one bass. Camp was 
astir when I returned, but no one appeared to 
be in a hurry, and it was eight before breakfast 
was announced. We soon discovered that ours 
was not a good day camp. The August sun was 
very hot. Our breakfast was of the progressive 
variety. It was served on a folding cot. The 
sun creeping over the hills soon reached one 
end of the cot, at which we rose and moved it 
a few feet further down the bar. After the oat¬ 
meal another move was necessary; after the 
bacon, another. When we were through, our 
table was at the other end of our elongated 
camp site. 
Boots was taken ill after breakfast and I had 
to ferry her over to the shady side in a camp 
chair. 
It was evidently necessary to find a new camp 
site. We slid the Honor into the water and, 
taking the axe, went on a scout. Alongside of 
the Newlyweds’ dove-cote we discovered a ledge 
fifteen feet wide. It required two hours’ hard 
work with the axe to clear it and another hour 
was consumed taking down, ferrying over and 
re-erecting the camp. It was high time for lunch 
when our work was done, and while the girls 
prepared it, we two overworked men slipped into 
our bathing suits and plunged into the creek. 
We could almost dive from our tent doors into 
a pool ten feet belpw. As we came out shiver¬ 
ing but refreshed, we saw a repast fit for a king 
being served, and the reflector oven was full'of 
biscuits. We did a lightning change act and 
answered mess call on the dot. In my desire 
to help the girls I lifted up the reflector oven 
to serve the biscuits and the pan slid out of the 
oven into the fire. Hail Columbia, such a fuss.. 
Abuse was heaped on me by the shovelful. How¬ 
ever, I rescued them all before any damage was 
done and was then permitted to take my seat 
humbly after being thrice cautioned not to touch 
anything. What do you think of that, and I 
was called the “Captain” of the expedition. But 
I was hungry, so I swallowed my pride and a 
goodly portion of the food set before me. My 
good humor returned and I forgave them their 
unkind words. We all pitched in and cleaned 
up camp, and while the girls visited, Siwash 
and I slept. 
At four I awoke and proposed a fishing ex¬ 
pedition up the creek. The Schoolma’m wanted 
us to explore the hills for the postoffice of 
Scotia. There were some things to buy at the 
store, and possibly a letter for her. As the 
maps showed that the postoffice was located on 
the stream, I agreed to assist in poling the canoe 
up if I might be allowed to fish on the return 
trip. This arrangement was satisfactory and we 
set forth. We had been working for the better 
part of an hour when the fork of the Huzzah 
and Courtois came into view, and beside it the 
store, a fitting edifice for such surroundings. It 
was built of pine slabs, unpainted and black 
with age. There was the ever present platform 
and hitching rail in front. The store was built 
on the top of a rise, high above the road and 
was surrounded on all sides by hills thickly 
covered with timber. It looked moonshinv. The 
oldest inhabitant came out of the store as we 
walked up and Siwash snapped him. He did 
not seem to mind, probably did not know that 
the click of the shutter had impressed his like¬ 
ness on our film. He passed us with a cheerful 
“Howdy,” which we returned, and then we en¬ 
tered the ancient pioneer store. 
The elderly spinster who was the sole inhabi¬ 
tant of the building, owner and postmistress, was 
sitting in a comfortable rocking chair, knitting. 
She did not rise when we mentioned our wants, 
but indicated where we might find the items, so 
we waited on ourselves. I thought it great fun 
until I ran a splinter into my hand in the act 
of opening a cracker box. I decided then that 
I preferred being waited on and let Siwash com¬ 
plete the transaction. Before leaving I pur¬ 
chased some candy bananas, of the vintage of 
1876. Boots was fond of candy bananas. 
There is a splendid pool in the stream a few 
hundred yards from the store. It looked bassv 
and we spent some time in it. Alas, there seemed 
nothing there. I fished the stream thoroughly 
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