At the foot of 8th Lake we bade farewell to
our friend the pilot and were put into the care of another crew – a
bronzed pilot man with a gray yarn stocking on one limping foot and
a stunning big captain (no “lunger” this time) in uniform. We still
kept an eye on the baggage – with the result of finding that the almost-
left man was going off with Gertrude’s satchel leaving his own! He and his son
took the stage direct to the
Eagle Bay house, but the rest of us mounted a many
– seated carriage by means of a pair of movable steps and were
driven by the disabled pilot thro’ a beautiful piece of timber-land — the
captain following on with the baggage (He confided to me afterward
that he had a “nervous chill,” thinking that he had left our hand
bags behind!) At the head of 7th Lake Inlet was a
wilderness of dead – “drowned-dead” forest - that the boat had to
struggle thro' till it got to 7th lake – rough and
a gale blowing – with a frowning mountain over to the south west –
and forest covered shores. There were camps near
1899.
At the foot of 8th Lake we bade farewell to
our friend the pilot and were put into the care of another crew – a
bronzed pilot man with a gray yarn stocking on one limping foot and
a stunning big captain (no “lunger” this time) in uniform. We still
kept an eye on the baggage – with the result of finding that the almost-
left man was going off with Gertrude’s satchel leaving his own! He and his son
took the stage direct to the
Eagle Bay house, but the rest of us mounted a many
– seated carriage by means of a pair of movable steps and were
driven by the disabled pilot thro’ a beautiful piece of timber-land — the
captain following on with the baggage (He confided to me afterward
that he had a “nervous chill,” thinking that he had left our hand
bags behind!) At the head of 7th Lake Inlet was a
wilderness of dead – “drowned-dead” forest - that the boat had to
struggle thro' till it got to 7th lake – rough and
a gale blowing – with a frowning mountain over to the south west –
and forest covered shores. There were camps near
1899.
At the foot of 8th Lake we bade farewell to
our friend the pilot and were put into the care of another crew – a
bronzed pilot man with a gray yarn stocking on one limping foot and
a stunning big captain (no “lunger” this time) in uniform. We still
kept an eye on the baggage – with the result of finding that the almost-
left man was going off with Gertrude’s satchel leaving his own! He and his son
took the stage direct to the
Eagle Bay house, but the rest of us mounted a many
– seated carriage by means of a pair of movable steps and were
driven by the disabled pilot thro’ a beautiful piece of timber-land — the
captain following on with the baggage (He confided to me afterward
that he had a “nervous chill,” thinking that he had left our hand
bags behind!) At the head of 7th Lake Inlet was a
wilderness of dead – “drowned-dead” forest - that the boat had to
struggle thro' till it got to 7th lake – rough and
a gale blowing – with a frowning mountain over to the south west –
and forest covered shores. There were camps near
