Rod and gun . he 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 sma
Rod and gun . he 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 compasswhich end pointed north, so I had thatmuch to go by. But it took all my willpower to turn around and go the way Icould not bring mvself to believe was. 1 like this place on the compass and chart rather thanones sense of direction. Straight northI paddled for the Dog Channel aroundBeausoliel. The wind was abroad andI welcomed my ballast. The surprisingthing about paddling against a head windis that finally you are there in spite ofyour firm conviction that von are justbarely moving. I turned into the chan-nel out of the wind with relief; then Ifound that the channel went only partway through. I scowled and consultedthe chart; it should have been there. Iturned out into the wind again and aftera deal of paddling I again consulted the right. It is always a humiliating exper-ience to have to put brains whichare rated so much per year to be guidedby a dollar and a half tin box. Eventual-ly I went ashore and from the highestpoint I could find I saw the towers ofAlinnicoganashene, and as I expectedthev were just where thev have alwaysbeen. I did not find the Dog Channel,however, I went back around Little Beau-soliel and
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