is needed, and no one requires to be 
called twice to meals. It is lovely after 
the rain, and the scenery here is beauti- 
ful, the light greens of the birch and 
poplar making a fine contrast against 
the darker spruce and balsam. The 
one great drawback are the flies. They 
are certainly a pest. The black flies 
are the worst. This north country 
would be a perfect paradise if it were“* 
not for the flies. The fly-oil I brought 
is a great success, but no fly-dope will 
last while tramping through the bush 
in the hot weather, as the perspiration 
runs it off almost as fast as it is put on. 
CAUGHT four pike yesterday, two 
weighing five pounds each. We 
have fish at least once a day, and the 
whole country abounds in game. There 
are moose tracks everywhere, and on 
every portage. At this time of the 
year they do not care to go through 
the thick bush, owing to their antlers 
being in velvet and tender, so they take 
to the portages as much as possible. 
Two big fellows swam across the lake 
just below our camp last night. 
Sunday—and a lovely fine day with 
a strong wind which keeps the flies 
away. It is heavenly to be able to sit 
about without being all smeared up 
with fly-oil, or coughing in the smoke 
from several smudges. Have been 
sketching and map- 
ping the trip all day. 
Our camp is in the 
heart of the green 
bush, no fires have’ 
been through this 
part of the country, 
and _ everything is 
green and there is 
plenty of game. There 
is a fascination about 
this North country 
that grips you, and 
you can put up with 
the flies and mos- 
quitoes, running short 
of grub, doing with- 
out milk, butter and 
sugar, and take what 
comes, and feel con- 
tented, just feeling 
the “call of the wild.” 
After supper and a smoke you are ready 
for bed, and oh, how you do sleep. The 
sun on the tent wakes you up and you 
have to get up or fry in the tent. But, 
when the expected light fails on dull or 
wet days, it is hard to waken before 
seven. 
H AVE just returned from a wonder- 
ful trip to the north end of Argyle 
Township. We made twenty-five miles 
a day in the canoes with from eight to 
ten portages a day. We had a lot of 
tramping through a very rough piece of 
country where we could not do more 
than half a mile an hour, but it is in- 
teresting country to prospect, although 
there are a few rock exposures, except 
at the north end. There are a number 
of moss covered ridges with some Dia- 
base and Porphyry and Keewatin 
schists. I took several snaps of the 
country, and the small rivers and 
creeks. 
The trip itself will long remain in my 
memory. We had miles and miles of 
canoeing up Crooked Creek, which turns 
and twists in a series of reverse curves, 
which almost makes complete circles, 
and after paddling for a quarter of 
an hour you come back to within one 
hundred yards of the place from which 
you started; then a hundred feet or 
so of straight creek, and another sweep- 
ing curve, or a series of sharp turns. 
You travel ten miles to gain one. The 
banks are soft mud, covered with 
alders, and it would take longer to land 
and cross the narrow neck than to 
paddle around. 
EXT we crossed a small lake with 
thickly wooded shores of spruce, 
birch and poplar, and finally reached a 
small lake where an Indian had a 
clearing, and where he camped during 
the winter with his family. They had 
two husky pups with them and trapped 

Making ready for the portage 
all winter. The Indian told us, when 
he was leaving in the early spring, 
he found that there was no room in the 
canoes for his furs, his family, his out- 
fit and the dogs. Being a humane In- 
dian, he did not like the idea of the dogs 
starving to death in the bush, so de- 
cided to kill them. Cartridges for his 
rifle cost money, and therefore could 
not be thought of; but close at hand 
there was a thirty-foot fall in the river, 
which was a roaring torrent at this time 
of the year. He tied two heavy stones 
to each of the dogs’ necks, and threw 
them over the falls, watched for ten 
minutes, and seeing no signs of them, 
left with his family for Elk Lake. 
T was two months after this that we 
camped on the same spot, arriving 
about four o’clock in the afternoon. We 
made camp, fished for trout, had sup- 
per and turned in. In the morning, the 
Indian was the first to turn out and 
we heard him talking away to some- 
one outside. When we looked out there 
was a fine big husky dog in transports 
of delight, jumping about the Indian, 
and making a great fuss over him, and 
we inquired where the dog came from. 
The Indian replied, “In de spring me 
kill dat dog—throw him over the falls 
—tie big stone round neck—he go over 
fall—me no see him again.” That 
husky pup had in some manner got 
loose from the stones, come ashore and 
had lived on what he could catch for 
two months. He was fat and in beauti- 
ful condition, with heavy fur, which 
we all noticed did not smell in the least 
“doggy,” and his skin under the hair 
was as fine and white as a baby’s. The 
Indian said he had lots of dogs at home, 
so I bought it from him. 
The dog was friendly and good- 
natured, the exception with Indian dogs 
in general, and we soon became very 
much attached to him. He gaveusa little 
trouble at first by 
insisting on leaping 
out of the canoe when 
nearing the shore, or 
passing close to a 
point, and_ kept 
us guessing to pre- 
vent an upset. After 
having a few lessons, 
however, he soon 
learned to lie still 
until the canoe landed, 
helped by the applica- 
tion of the flat side 
of the paddle. 
We saw several 
moose, and got a 
snapshot of one at 
close quarters aS we 
came upon him in the 
center of the creek. 
We heard him splash- 
ing ahead of us, paddling quietly, and, 
coming upon him suddenly when round- 
ing a bend of the creek, took a quick 
snapshot of him as he started for shore. 
Moose are very slow in their move- 
ments, compared to deer, and they walk 
out slowly from a river or creek unless 
they are startled, and by being cautious 
one can get within thirty or forty yards 
of them. 
I had the great misfortune to lose 
my pipe on this trip, and as it was the 
only one I had with me, made a new 
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