Rod and gun . noon before I beached the canoe ona sandy spit near the middle of Beau- soliel Island. I cooked me a bit of lunch,put up the tent, repacked some of theoutfit in more convenient arrangement,and then sat down to think. I had never been out alone before andI was delighted with the charm of more I thought about it the morepleased I felt. Here I was equipped andprovisioned for as long a stay as mj- in-clination dictated. Absolutely untram-meled by plans of time or of destination Icould go as fast and as far as I \yhim might lead me, or indolencemight stay me : I was abo
Rod and gun . noon before I beached the canoe ona sandy spit near the middle of Beau- soliel Island. I cooked me a bit of lunch,put up the tent, repacked some of theoutfit in more convenient arrangement,and then sat down to think. I had never been out alone before andI was delighted with the charm of more I thought about it the morepleased I felt. Here I was equipped andprovisioned for as long a stay as mj- in-clination dictated. Absolutely untram-meled by plans of time or of destination Icould go as fast and as far as I \yhim might lead me, or indolencemight stay me : I was about as indepen-dent as a man may be, and it was sum-mer. After supper I tried to coax a rise outof the bass in the little cove near thetent. The water lav like polished glass;now and then a widening circle on the sur-face would tell its story and guide mycast but no luck rewarded my efforts. IfI had had a companion I should have feltobliged to use a worm to convince himof mv skill; as it was I admitted that the. Adam Mischeau. FROM THE LOG OF A NAUTICAL TRAMP 259 bass were better at m}- g-ame and went tobed. Late in the night I was awakened fromthe most refreshing of sleeps to hearsomething prowling about the camp. Ichuckled; in the city one might feel con-cern at having strange noises about andfeel obligation to investigate; up hereone was glad to have the wild life makeitself known. In the morning I got out the compassand chart. I knew the general lie of theislands but when one is winding in andout of the thousands of channels whichinvite one to turn aside it is well to rely chart. The chart seemed correct, butthere seemed to be no land to corres-pond to it. On every side the land clos-ed in and I seemed to be in a small lake,when I looked at the compass again Iwas amazed to find I was headed one long moment I closed myeyes and tried to orient myself; then Ilaughed for I knew I was lost. Provi-dence had guided me at some time orother to mark on the lid of the compass
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