At eleven we pulled out from "Camp DeWet" as we had christened it, with a sigh of relief,- not regret, and paddled up the lake a mile to the inlet, which is a winding waterway a mile long, in the midst of the usual "bean poles"- dead trees and stumps. We decided yesterday that two meals a day would be enough,- a late breakfast and an early supper,- though the "early" supper has so far been metamorphosised into a meal by candle-light.

The carry of seven eighths of a mile to Eighth Lake was a sort of a cinch. I carried the canoe half-way and Fred the rest, and I carried both packs,- which we have, by the way, equalized to sixty pounds each. Made it in an hour.