CHAPTER XXXIV

AYLMER LAKE

One of my objects was to complete the ambiguous shore line of Aylmer

Lake. The first task was to find the lake. So we left the narrows

and pushed on and on, studying the Back map, vainly trying to identify

points, etc. Once or twice we saw gaps ahead that seemed to open

into the great inland sea of Aylmer. But each in turn proved a

mere bay.--On August 12 we left the narrows; on the 13th and 14th

we journeyed westward seeking the open sea. On the morning of the

15th we ran into the final end of the farthest bay we could discover

and camped at the mouth of a large river entering in.

As usual, we landed--Preble, Billy, and I--to study topography,

Weeso to get firewood, and curiously enough, there was more firewood

here than we had seen since leaving Artillery Lake. The reason of

this appeared later.

I was utterly puzzled. We had not yet found Aylmer Lake, and had

discovered an important river that did not seem to be down on any

map.

We went a mile or two independently and studied the land from all

the high hills; evidently we had crossed the only great sheet of

water in the region. About noon, when all had assembled at camp,

I said: "Preble, why, isn't this Lockhart's River, at the western

extremity of Aylmer Lake?" The truth was dawning on me.

He also had been getting light and slowly replied: "I have forty-nine

reasons why it is, and none at all why it isn't."

There could be no doubt of it now. The great open sea of Aylmer was

a myth. Back never saw it; he passed in a fog, and put down with a

query the vague information given him by the Indians. This little

irregular lake, much like Clinton-Colden, was Aylmer. We had covered

its length and were now at its farthest western end, at the mouth

of Lockhart's River.

How I did wish that explorers would post up the names of the

streets; it is almost as bad as in New York City. What a lot of

time we might have saved had we known that Sandy Bay was in Back's

three-fingered peninsula! Resolving to set a good example I left a

monument at the mouth of the river. The kind of stone made it easy

to form a cross on top. This will protect it from wandering Indians;

I do not know of anything that will protect it from wandering white

men.

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