I. THE CALLING
II. THE SCIENCE OF GOING LIGHT
III. THE JUMPING-OFF PLACE
IV. ON MAKING CAMP
V. ON LYING AWAKE AT NIGHT
VI. THE 'LUNGE
VII. ON OPEN-WATER CANOE TRAVELLING
VIII. THE STRANDED STRANGERS
IX. ON FLIES
X. CLOCHE
XI. THE HABITANTS
XII. THE RIVER
XIII. THE HILLS
XIV. ON WALKING THROUGH THE WOODS
XV. ON WOODS INDIANS
XVI. ON WOODS INDIANS (continued)
XVII. THE CATCHING OF A CERTAIN FISH
XVIII. MAN WHO WALKS BY MOONLIGHT
XIX. APOLOGIA
SUGGESTIONS FOR OUTFIT
THE INDIANS WOULD RISE TO THEIR FEET FOR A SINGLE MOMENT
THIS OLD SOLDIER HAD COME IN FROM THE LONG TRAIL TO BEAR AGAIN THE FLAG OF HIS COUNTRY
AT SUCH A TIME YOU WILL MEET WITH ADVENTURES
EACH WAVE WAS SINGLY A PROBLEM, TO FAIL IN WHOSE SOLUTION MEANT INSTANT SWAMPING
WATCHED THE LONG NORTH-COUNTRY TWILIGHT STEAL UP LIKE A GRAY CLOUD FROM THE EAST
IN THIS LOVABLE MYSTERY WE JOURNEYED ALL THE REST OF THAT MORNING
NOR NEED YOU HOPE TO POLE A CANOE UPSTREAM AS DO THESE PEOPLE
THEN IN THE TWILIGHT THE BATTLE
"The Red Gods make their medicine again."
Some time in February, when the snow and sleet have shut out from thewearied mind even the memory of spring, the man of the woods generallyreceives his first inspiration. He may catch it from some companion'schance remark, a glance at the map, a vague recollection of a dim pastconversation, or it may flash on him from the mere pronouncement of aname. The first faint thrill of discovery leaves him cool, butgradually, with the increasing enthusiasm of cogitation, the idea gainsbody, until finally it has grown to plan fit for discussion.
Of these many quickening potencies of inspiration, the mere name of aplace seems to strike deepest at the heart of romance. Colour, mystery,the vastnesses of une