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hazy morning & saw the "Columbian" start off with her load for a trip of "the back lakes" as they call them. We started up Katchawanooka river and every turn was a delight - the banks lined with logs - cedar, many of them - & now & then a little saw mill - a horse for power. We soon learned - by the delicious odor - that our boat's engine burnt cedar wood and I cannot remember a more delicious breath than these filled with pure oxygen & woods scents. At Youngs Point we went thro' a lock - & I photographed the Columbian in the lock ahead of us - & then the view thro' the lock - looking back, where we were in - also a group standing near. When "Mr. McVean" bought some bait of a boy. We steamed thro' Clear Lake - 4 miles - wide & without Islands. Then came into Stony Lake - which is full of them, & went about from beautiful place to another - twisting & turning in every way. Stopped at "The Shanty" where Mr. Buell held a shouted conversation with me - & the boys & girls came down to the pier in their white ducks. Took a


hazy morning & saw the "Columbian" start off with her load for a trip of "the back lakes" as they call them. We started up Katchawanooka river and every turn was a delight - the banks lined with logs - cedar, many of them - & now & then a little saw mill - a horse for power. We soon learned - by the delicious odor - that our boat's engine burnt cedar wood and I cannot remember a more delicious breath than these filled with pure oxygen & woods scents. At Youngs Point we went thro' a lock - & I photographed the Columbian in the lock ahead of us - & then the view thro' the lock - looking back, where we were in - also a group standing near. When "Mr. McVean" bought some bait of a boy. We steamed thro' Clear Lake - 4 miles - wide & without Islands. Then came into Stony Lake - which is full of them, & went about from beautiful place to another - twisting & turning in every way. Stopped at "The Shanty" where Mr. Buell held a shouted conversation with me - & the boys & girls came down to the pier in their white ducks. Took a


hazy morning & saw the "Columbian" start off with her load for a trip of "the back lakes" as they call them. We started up Katchawanooka river and every turn was a delight - the banks lined with logs - cedar, many of them - & now & then a little saw mill - a horse for power. We soon learned - by the delicious odor - that our boat's engine burnt cedar wood and I cannot remember a more delicious breath than these filled with pure oxygen & woods scents. At Youngs Point we went thro' a lock - & I photographed the Columbian in the lock ahead of us - & then the view thro' the lock - looking back, where we were in - also a group standing near. When "Mr. McVean" bought some bait of a boy. We steamed thro' Clear Lake - 4 miles - wide & without Islands. Then came into Stony Lake - which is full of them, & went about from beautiful place to another - twisting & turning in every way. Stopped at "The Shanty" where Mr. Buell held a shouted conversation with me - & the boys & girls came down to the pier in their white ducks. Took a

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