Early Visitors By John L. Peyton
When roads were narrower and rougher than they are now, and cars slower, it took all day to get from Duluth to Warroad on the southern shore of the Lake of the Woods. Fay and I put our canoe in there at evening and paddled north through the night, checking our compass from time to time with a flashlight. The pre-dawn light showed land way off to the west. We paddled over to it, walked across a wide beach, and spread our blankets under the trees.
Some hours later we woke to find an Indian couple sitting on a log beside us. They had seen our canoe, pulledtheirs up beside it and waited quietly for us to wake. We had breakfast and chatted with them. Then each family went on its way.
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Early Visitors By John L. Peyton
When roads were narrower and rougher than they are now, and cars slower, it took all day to get from Duluth to Warroad on the southern shore of the Lake of the Woods. Fay and I put our canoe in there at evening and paddled north through the night, checking our compass from time to time with a flashlight. The pre-dawn light showed land way off to the west. We paddled over to it, walked across a wide beach, and spread our blankets under the trees.
Some hours later we woke to find an Indian couple sitting on a log beside us. They had seen our canoe, pulledtheirs up beside it and waited quietly for us to wake. We had breakfast and chatted with them. Then each family went on its way.
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