Towards evening we put out our trolls, and I caught one big brook trout, one little namaycush, and a big one a twenty-pounder.  This time he did not get away, though I strongly suspect this may have been because Job landed him.  We camped late in a swampy place, and while the men put up camp I cleaned my three fish.  The big one was so big that I could hardly manage him.  I had just opened him up and taken out the inside and was struggling to cut off his head when somehow my hunting-knife touched his spinal cord in a way that made his tail fly up almost into my face.  I sprang up with a shriek but suddenly remembered he really must be dead after all, and returned to my task.  Presently Job emerged from the bushes to see what was the trouble.  He suggested that I had better let him clean the fish, but I declined.  Finally I did get the head off, and soon carried my fish to the camp in triumph.  The big one was boiled for supper, and, oh! how good it tasted, for all were desperately hungry.  The night was clear and cold, and after supper I sat at the camp fire till quite late—­reluctant to leave it.  Finally it died down, and leaving the glowing embers to burn themselves out, I went to my tent.

We were off early next morning with a fine southwest wind, and were at the head of the lake sooner than we had expected.  From here we had to cross almost to the west shore to reach the bay at the north end of the lake.  It had grown rough since we left camp, and it did not seem to me that we could get to the point, for it meant running into the wind part of the way.  It was an exciting hour’s work, and the men were very quiet.  There was none of the usual merry chat.  Evidently a storm was coming, and unless we could pass that long, rocky point, and win the shelter of the bay beyond, we might be delayed for days.  The big waves came rolling up the lake, and as each reached us the bottom of the canoe was tipped towards it a little to prevent its coming over, and George’s head turned slightly to see how it was treating his charge.  At the same time I could feel my fingers which were just over the edge on the other side run along the top of the water, and now and then it came over and slipped up my sleeve.

It was squally, and anxiously five pairs of eyes watched the sky and the point.  It was a relief when the wind dropped a little, but then we could see it had risen again, roughening the water in the distance some minutes before it reached us.  As I watched the other canoe slip down the long slope of a big wave I wondered, often, if it would come up again, for it looked as if bound straight for the bottom of the lake.  Soon, however, it was on the crest of another wave and ready to dip again.  The most exciting part of the experience was watching its motions.  The perspective made them seem more remarkable than those of my own, which indeed were startling enough at times.

With glad hearts we felt the wind drop a little as we neared the point.  Then, bending to their paddles with all the strength of their strong arms, the men carried the canoes beyond the breakers to where we could turn our backs to the wind, and we slipped into the quiet bay.