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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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and dullwith threatening rain, and a gentle breezewafted to us now and again a bit of fra-grance from the spruce-covered hills above us. Almost before I realized it we wereat the rapid. Away to the westwardstretched Grand Lake, deep and dark andstill, with the rugged outline of Cape Cor-beau in the distance. Tom Blake and his family, one and all,came out to give us the whole-souled, hos-pitable welcome of The Labrador. EvenAtikamish, the little Indian dog that Mac-kenzie used to have, but which he hadgiven to Tom when he left NorthwestRiver, was on hand to tell me in his doglanguage that he remembered me and wasdelighted to see me back. Here we wouldstay for the night—the last night formonths that we were to sleep in a habita-tion of civilized man. The house was a very comfortable littlelog dwelling containing a small kitchen, alarger living-room which also served as asleeping-room, and an attic which was the Copyrighted, 1906, by the Outing Publishing Company. All rights reserved.
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The Long Labrador Trail 643 boys bedroom. The house was comfor-tably furnished, everything clean to perfec-tion, and the atmosphere of love and homethat dwelt here was long remembered byus while we huddled in many a drearycamp during the weeks that followed. Duncan did not come that night, and itwas not until ten oclock the next morning(June twenty-seventh) that he appeared.Then we made ready for the start. Tomand his young son Henry announced theirintention of accompanying us a short dis-tance up Grand Lake in their small sail-boat. Mrs. Blake gave us enough breadand buns, which she had baked especiallyfor us, to last two or three days, and shegave us also a few fresh eggs, saying,Twill be a long time before you has eggsagain. At half-past ten oclock our canoes wereafloat, farewell was said, and we were be-yond the last fringe of civilization. The morning was depressing and the skywas overcast with low-hanging, heavyclouds, but almost with our start, as if togive us courage for our w

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