Rod and gun . track them thenext day. That they had never beenmore than fifteen minutes from thehotel seemed to surprise them a gooddeal. Then came the embarrassingciuestion of how to get back withoutbeing perceived. They were both ap-parently very anxious to create aslittle sensation as possible. I neversaw such modest people. One wouldalmost have thought that acci-dent had figured very little in theepisode—still they would hardly havecome to my camp in that case. Alasfor their hopes of returning unobser-ved; when I delivered them at thehotel, every solitary guest and em-ployee was on the wha
Rod and gun . track them thenext day. That they had never beenmore than fifteen minutes from thehotel seemed to surprise them a gooddeal. Then came the embarrassingciuestion of how to get back withoutbeing perceived. They were both ap-parently very anxious to create aslittle sensation as possible. I neversaw such modest people. One wouldalmost have thought that acci-dent had figured very little in theepisode—still they would hardly havecome to my camp in that case. Alasfor their hopes of returning unobser-ved; when I delivered them at thehotel, every solitary guest and em-ployee was on the wharf staring/iarc/.I riished them to the landing andthen fled—refusing almost tearfulentreaties to leave them my nameand address. Mister, were thelast words that floated to me acrossthe water (an expression that he hadfired at me at the rate of once a min-ute since he had landed at my camp)Mister, you dont know what aGod-send you are to me. Three years later I was told thisstory by the proprietor of the Lady. The Famous Ifenace and Susanne. Indians ofManitou Lake, With Their Niece Torture: Camp Barberin^ Evelyn, Uien proprietor of the High-land Inn, and to this day he con-cluded we dont know who thatcamper was who brought them in. As I passed one day I saw twogreenhorns at Kewaydin Camp care-fully packing their stuff, for a trip,into their canoe. When the job wasfinished they discovered that the pad-dles had been packed at the bottomof the canoe. On Herridge Lake I overtook twoothers with a guide, who actuallypushed off from the portage and thendiscovered their paddles standingagainst a tree where they had leftthem. Harry Woods came to me at BearIsland one fme morning and borrowedmy second canoe, a fifteen foot, can-vas covered Chestnut. It was alittle ticklish, but had carried me fortwo seasons without mishap of anykind. He rented it to a party whowas taking a trip to Cross Lake. Theparty got in safely and then theguide with the blankets, tent, andgrocery-box, full of grub,
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