Eighth Lake, a mile and three-quarters, is rather wild,- fewer camps, and thicker forests. Brown's Tract Inlet carry was our greatest bug-bear, and we carried the canoe fore and aft between us, and reached the landing almost before we knew it. Going back for the packs, however, made the way seem much longer, easily the two miles it is said to be.

So far we have not had the head-straps short enough, and they cut our shoulders somewhat. Brown's Tract Inlet is the blamedest stream I have ever seen, or expect to see. Sixty-eight turns in four and a half miles, count 'em and see, as they say in the circus side-show.