everything had to be carried on our backs, including the canoes.
As there is no wood, absolutely no wood at all, in the Barren Lands, we had with us a small collapsible portable stoves for cooking, but they used gasoline and a case of that, weighing 60 pounds, was a most awkward pack. The corners of the cases were sharp and the liquid in the tins swished back and forth.
One horrible load.
Anyway we reached Artillery Lake without incident.
Camped at the West end of this Lake, were two Swedish trappers who insisted that we would all come ashore and see their garden. Expecting
