We could not
see them, but there were four, and one wild call answering another
rang out into the great silence. It was weird and beautiful beyond
words; the big, shining lake with its distant blue islands; the sky
with its wonderful clouds and colour; two little canoes so deep in
the wilderness, and those wild, reverberant voices coming up from
invisible beings away in the "long light" which lay across the
water. We listened for a long time, then it ceased.
We camped early that night south of the bay on the farther side of
which the hills reached out to the west, narrowing the lake to
about seven miles. The bay was between four and five miles wide,
and it was too late to risk crossing it that night. George said if
it were still calm in the morning they would take just a bite and a
cup of tea, and start. We could have breakfast on the other shore.
During the night a north wind sprang up, and though soon calm again
the lake was stirred up, and all the rest of the night and the
early morning we could hear the waves rolling in on the beach.
From dawn the men were out, now and again, to see if it were fit to
start, but it was 10 A.M. before we were on the water.
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- Once we stopped
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