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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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rthward, a chain ofthree or four small lakes which, I concluded,though there was other water visible, un-doubtedly marked our course. Far to thenorthwest was a group of rugged, barren,snow-capped mountains which were, per-haps, the white hills, behind which theIndians had told us lay Seal Lake. Atour feet, sparkling in the sunlight, spreadthe lake upon whose shores our tent, alittle white dot amongst the green trees,was pitched. A bit of smoke curled upfrom our camp-fire, where I knew Stantonand Duncan were baking squaw bread. We returned to camp to await the arrivaland report of Richards and Pete, and occu-pied the afternoon in catching trout which,though more plentiful than in the firstlake, were very small. Toward evening, when a stiff breezeblew in from the lake and cleared the blackflies and mosquitoes away, Easton took acanoe out, stripped, and sprang into thewater, while I undressed on shore and wasin the midst of a most refreshing bathwhen, suddenly, the wind died away and 651
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The Long Labrador Trail 653 our tormentors came upon us in clouds.It was a scramble to get into our clothesagain, but before I succeeded in hiding mynakedness from them, I was pretty severelywounded. It was scarcely six oclock when Richardsand Pete walked into camp and proudlythrew down some venison. Pete had kepthis promise. On the lookout at everystep for game, he had espied an old stag,and, together, he and Richards hadstalked it, and it had received bullets fromboth their rifles. I shall not say to whichhunter belonged the honor of killing thegame. They were both very proud of it. But best of all, they had found, to acertainty, the trail leading to one of thechain of little lakes which Easton and Ihad seen, and these lakes, they reported,took a course directly toward a larger lake,which they had glimpsed. I decided thatthis must be the lake of which the Indiansat Northwest River had told us—LakeNippisish (little water). This was verygratifying intelligence, as Nippisish wassaid

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