So when we left it would have been difficult for a stranger to
say that anybody had been camped there except for the place where the
fire had been. But we left the cross-bars, pot-hooks, and wood-pile
there, so that anyone coming after us would find them ready for his
use.
[Illustration: A FISH CARRIER]
But I expect they will all have rotted away before any one else comes
that way to camp, for it is in an out-of-the-way corner where very few
travellers come.
Another hook I might, mention is one used for carrying your fish when
you have caught them. It is merely a twig cut from the nearest bush.
* * * * *
A BOAT VOYAGE
I had heard of a wonderful gorge in the mountains to the west of us,
through which no man had ever passed, and George wanted to go "reeper"
shooting on the mountain slopes in that direction. (A "reeper" is a
Norwegian grouse.) So one fine morning found us starting in a boat to
row down the great lake, which would bring us to the foot of the
mountains.
This lake is about eight miles long, and one mile wide.
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