MOOSE LAKE, _August 16_.
MY DEAR CHARLEY,--I've had at last the experience of a real Indian canoe
voyage, of which we used to dream when we read _The Young Voyageurs_ on
the sly behind our desk at school. To begin at the beginning (which
modern stories seldom do), imagine me starting from Bear Creek to
descend the river in a canoe with two "real live Indians." If you want
to know what Indians are like, just fancy two overfried sausages wrapped
in dirty brown paper, and you'll have a perfect picture of my "noble red
men," whose names sounded to me exactly like "Cock-a-doodle-doo" and
"Very-like-a-whale." But you soon get used to such things in a country
where names like Nomjamsquilligook and Kashagawigamog are quite
every-day matters.
[Illustration: 1. Beaver-Hunting. 2. A Poacher. 3. His first Rapid. 4.
Over the Beaver Dam. 5. The Drift Pile.