. Rod and gun. her with a tang in the air and ahot sun overhead. In our two canoes we stored a kettle, tinpail, lunch basket, hatchet and extra nine oclock we slipped the two silverycolored canoes into the water and steppedaboard. We paddled gently along the denselywooded shores of the motionless lake, Indianfashion, close to shore. The deep black waterreflected vividly every hill and tree and several miles we came to a chain ofrocks that apparently barred our entrance toopen water beyond, but the Experienced Onedrifted down to a shallow spot where one flatrock lay a few
. Rod and gun. her with a tang in the air and ahot sun overhead. In our two canoes we stored a kettle, tinpail, lunch basket, hatchet and extra nine oclock we slipped the two silverycolored canoes into the water and steppedaboard. We paddled gently along the denselywooded shores of the motionless lake, Indianfashion, close to shore. The deep black waterreflected vividly every hill and tree and several miles we came to a chain ofrocks that apparently barred our entrance toopen water beyond, but the Experienced Onedrifted down to a shallow spot where one flatrock lay a few inches below water. Over thiswe floated safely into a five mile stretch ofopen lake, roughened by a bit by breeze. My knees had begun to ache terribly. \Iwas ashamed to complain so soon of beingstiff and I dared not ask to change my positionuntil we reached shallow water at the mouthof the river. The Experienced One had lookedat me askance when on starting I had mildlysuggested he paddle me half way as I was a. Shooting the rapids on the Os Tongue novice and only good in the bow. Oh, whyhad I not thought of padding my knees?How they ached! I remembered having readof Indian fakirs holding one position so longthat they harden into it, and I wondered if,at our journeys end, I would have to be liftedout of the canoe stiffened into this reverential Eosition for the rest of my natural days. Ioped the Experienced One would feel badlythen, and this thought at times made me feelbetter. However my knees throbbed hor-ribly; they felt like mumps, but we paddledon and on. At last we neared the further side of the lake,its shores covered with charred skeleton treesand a second growth of timber. Dense massesof plants andlily pads almost hid the openinginto a tiny stream, our goal, the Ox Tongue. Its waters were shallow; we rested and Ijoyfully stretched my numb legs. The sunbeat down hot. The droning of insects, thenote of a bird were the only sounds. The Ex-perienced One began to hum an old
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