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starting on our trips, for we again set out in a 
gale, but this time it was in our faces. All day 
long we paddled, creeping from island to island 
and from sheltered point to sheltered point, 
sometimes paddling with all our might to hold 
our own. But mile after mile was traveled, and 
after our days of battling with the storm, calm 
days seemed tame and we wished for wind and 
wave to make canoeing interesting. At noon 
the first day we stopped on the sheltered side of 
an island, and after a rest, pushed on northward, 
and supper time found us far away from our 
starting point and camped on as ideal a spot as 
one could ever hope to see. A cast of the line 
brought us a few bass for supper, and we were 
soon snug in camp, supper eaten and a good, 
big camp fire warming us and making us feel 
the delights of rest after the day’s hard work. 
Early the next day we were afloat, the prow 
of our canoe following the point of the compass, 
. northward. There is something intensely inter¬ 
esting in going through strange country with 
only map and compass to guide you. Slipping 
past islands and tongues of the mainland, dip¬ 
ping into bays and long arms of the lake, pad¬ 
dling past beetling cliffs and rugged hills, all in 
quest of hidden way and forest-bound portage, 
makes each moment full of pleasure. 
This day journey took us past the Lady 
Evelyn Hotel, located on an island probably 
thirty-five miles from the railroad, but con¬ 
nected with it by a daily line of steamers. Here 
one can obtain the very best of hotel service 
and yet enjoy the wilds to his heart’s content. 
We paddled through the famous Serpentine, then 
through a back channel, across Whitefish Bay, 
down an arm of the lake to the Sharprock 
portage. Here we found a portage, while not 
long, yet very trying to make, owing to the bad 
footing and the slow pace at which we must 
proceed. But all this was forgotten as we 
floated out on the waters of Diamond Lake. 
Nothing so exquisite had yet greeted our eyes 
as we looked on wave after wave of pine-clad 
hill, further and further to the west until the 
haze of the distance ended our vision. We felt 
we were in a land enchanted, and that we could 
float on and on indefinitely. 
Getting a little to eat, we were soon over the 
five miles of our trip across Diamond Lake and 
at the portage around Lady Evelyn Falls. Here 
again the carry was difficult, and after we were 
afloat again, we found the travel trying because 
the crooked creek was full of boulders that lay 
just below the surface and made it imperative 
that vigilance should not be relaxed for a 
moment. By night we were several miles up 
Lady Evelyn Lake, and by the time camp was 
pitched, we felt as though we had had a good 
day’s work, but one that had been full of unal¬ 
loyed joy. 
The next morning was dark and stormy, and 
as we wanted to spend Sabbath at our main 
camp, we decided to turn our faces homeward; 
but we had not been afloat ten minutes until a 
storm of great violence struck us, and we had 
all we could do to reach a nearby island in 
safety. Hastily choosing a site, we pitched our 
tent, and there and then- began a day’s battle 
with rain and wind. It blew until it seemed as 
though the island would be swept bare, and 
rained as though the storm king had determined 
to beat our shelter to the ground. And yet all 
that day and night we were warm and dry and 
PREPARING A MIDDAY MEAL AMONG THE ROCKS. 
THE SUMMER HOME OF THE CLOKEYS. 
comfortable; a good big log fire sufficed for 
cheer and warmth. Blueberries were very 
abundant, we had plenty of other things to eat 
and a book or two to read, and so the day 
passed quickly and the rest d.d us good; but 
it was a long way home and two hard portages 
lay between. 
Reaching Lady Evelyn Falls, we found that 
the little steamer that traversed Diamond Lake 
between the falls to the Sharp Rock portage had 
gone. The paddling w T as heavy, for the wind 
had arisen, but we started nevertheless. After 
going a short distance we spied the'steamer re¬ 
turning, and hailing it, persuaded the kindly old 
captain to turn around and tow us back to the 
portage. Here he and the engineer helped us 
across the sharp trail to Lake Tetnagami, and 
before dinner we were on our way over the last 
stretch of our homeward journey. Reaching 
Lady Evelyn Hotel we waited for the little 
steamer to take us on the nineteen-mile trip to 
Bear Island. By supper time we were replenish¬ 
ing our supplies at the Hudson's Bay store and 
then a short paddle landed 11s again on the 
shores of the quiet little bay that lay on one 
side of our camp. It seemed good to be home 
again. The larger tent, wood floor, tables 
under the trees and other things found at our 
permanent camp all looked good to us. 
Other trips were planned, but not carried out, 
for a sudden call home ended our first summer 
at Temagami abruptly; ere long we hope to 
again be afloat amid the rare beauty of that 
famous region. 
A Cougar Story. 
Mr. Bolton, of the Gap, had a rather .thrill¬ 
ing experience one day last winter, according 
to an Alberta paper. He was tracking deer, 
armed with a rifle, and all unknown to himself 
he w r as being tracked by a cougar or mountain 
lion, as is the custom of this feline monster. On 
looking around he saw the lion within fifty feet 
ready to spring. It was a case of kill or be 
killed. With wonderful coolness and nerve he 
took aim and fired. The cougar sprang into the 
air and fell at his feet shot through the eye. 
He measured about eight feet in length. 
