I decided that if I must be drenched and devoured, for the
flies were fearful, I might as well be doing something interesting.
I set off for the ridge on the further side of the lake with
something of the feeling a child has who runs away from home, for
it had been constantly impressed upon me that I must never go away
alone, and I recognized the justice of the demand; but I meant to
be careful, and probably should not go very far. Wading across the
brook, which drains the lake to the river, I climbed up the ridge
and was delighted to get a fine view of the falls. I went on to
the top, but still there was no sign of the canoes, and I walked
northward along the ridge. It was like a great mound of rock set
down on the surface of the earth, its top rounded and smooth and
bare, while on either side it dropped abruptly almost to the level
of the lake, ending in a precipice a mile from where I had climbed
it. When I reached its northern end I could see the little bay to
which the men had carried the outfit.
Imagine my astonishment when, looking across, I saw the two canoes
turned upside down over the stuff to keep it dry, and the men
around a fire drinking tea.
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