The inlet to Fifth Lake is quite shallow and loggy, but the canoe floats extraordinarily well in the shallowest kind of water. At times it seems as if one could almost touch bottom by putting one's hand over the side and yet the canoe never touches the ground at all. Fifth Lake is a mere mud-hole, or rock-hole, for there is no mud in this country. Crossing this mile and a half from Fourth Lake, we came to our first carry.

Fritz took the canoe, I the larger pack. The canoe did not carry very well, while the pack did. The carry is rather hilly, but there is a good, though sandy road. They call it seven-eighths of a mile, but it didn't seem like that, for we arrived at Sixth Lake almost before we knew it. Fred went for the smaller pack, while I talked to a guide. Found you should push on gunwales of canoe, and not pull, as I had instructed Fritz. We shall know better on the next carry.