With fly-rod and camera . mixed with warm water itis called Charleycake — moulded against a smooth boardand exposed to the heat of the lire. As I watched old Sepsis prepare this simple bread,I could not but admire the care and patience with whichhe cooked it before a fire hot enough to roast an the heat was too strong the position of the bread wasshifted; if ashes accumulated under the board it was raisedon a few pieces of bark or chips. If the smoke blew to-ward it, its position was changed; and when the uppersurface had attained the rich yellow-brown that all goodJohnnycake should have
With fly-rod and camera . mixed with warm water itis called Charleycake — moulded against a smooth boardand exposed to the heat of the lire. As I watched old Sepsis prepare this simple bread,I could not but admire the care and patience with whichhe cooked it before a fire hot enough to roast an the heat was too strong the position of the bread wasshifted; if ashes accumulated under the board it was raisedon a few pieces of bark or chips. If the smoke blew to-ward it, its position was changed; and when the uppersurface had attained the rich yellow-brown that all goodJohnnycake should have, carefully the old fellow thrusthis sharp hunting knife beneath it and lifted it from itssimple oven, and turned it, in order that the under sur-face might receive its proper degree of heat. Verily, theIndian is the child of expedients, and with the fewest ma-terials can arrive at the greatest possible results. All Ican say of that Johnnycake is that it, and many others,are among the pleasant remembrances of our 182 With Fly-Rod and Camera. Supper over, and after an hour spent around thecamp fire with stories and KiUickinnick, we turned in forr good nights rest, The next mornings sunrise surprised us beneath ourblankets. Amazed at our indolence we sprang to our feet,and in a few moments the camp fire was roaring rightmerrily, After breakfast we quickly struck the tent, packedeverything snugly in the canoe and commenced the ascentof Junior Stream for Junior Lake at its head. Our pas-sage up the stream was without incident of note. Theriver is a beautiful one, one of the most romantic streamsthat I ever saw. The shores are mostly covered withalders and maples, which as we passed them were justputting on their brilliant autumn colors, lending a warmthand beauty to the scene that was indescribably magnifi-cent. The clear, cold water passed over a bottom of sandand pebbles; myriads of fish were darting about, plainlyvisible through the limpid stream; chubs, dace and smalls
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