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Updated: June 21, 2025
Your Woods Indian is always sniffing, always testing the impressions of other senses by his olfactories. Instances numerous and varied might be cited, but probably one will do as well as a dozen. It once became desirable to kill a caribou in country where the animals are not at all abundant. Tawabinisay volunteered to take Jim within shot of one.
Truly, as Buckshot said, he must have "run like a deer." Tawabinisay has a delightful grin which he displays when pleased or good-humoured or puzzled or interested or comprehending, just as a dog sneezes and wrinkles up his nose in like case. He is essentially kind-hearted. If he likes you and approves of you, he tries to teach you, to help you, to show you things.
I give his name because I have personally talked with his guides, and heard their circumstantial accounts of his performances. Unless three or four woodsmen are fearful liars, I do Mr. Clement no injustice. Since then Tawabinisay had hidden himself behind his impenetrable grin. So you can easily see that the discovery of Kawagama would be a feat worthy even high hills.
If we had skirted the lake, mounted the ridge, followed a creek-bed, mounted another ridge, and descended a slope, we should have made our discovery. Later we did just that, under the guidance of Tawabinisay himself. Floating in the birch canoe we carried with us we looked back at the very spot on which we stood this morning. But we turned sharp to the left, and so missed our chance.
"Brush slanted across your path is easier lifted over your head and dropped behind you than pushed aside," will do as an example. A good woods-walker progresses without apparent hurry. I have followed the disappearing back of Tawabinisay when, as my companion elegantly expressed it, "if you stopped to spit you got lost."
We were accustomed to gaze at the forbidden cliff ramparts of the hills, to think of the Idiot's Delight, and the Halfway Pool, and the Organ Pool, and the Burned Rock Pool, and the Rolling Stone Pool, and all the rest of them even up to the Big Falls; and so we would quietly allow our February plannings to lapse. One man Tawabinisay had honoured.
That its exact location was known to Tawabinisay alone, that the trail to it was purposely blinded and muddled with the crossing of many little ponds, that the route was laborious all those things, along with the minor details so dear to winter fire-chats, were matters of notoriety.
But this man, named Clement, a banker from Peoria, had proved unworthy. Tawabinisay told how he caught trout, many, many trout, and piled them on the shores of Kawagama to defile the air. Subsequently this same "sportsman" buried another big catch on the beach of Superior. These and other exploits finally earned him his exclusion from the delectable land.
"Do you know anything about the country? Are there any trails?" "Dat countree is belong Tawabinisay. He know heem. I don' know heem. I t'ink he is have many hills, some lak'." "Do you think we can climb those hills with packs?" Billy cast a doubtful glance on Dick. Then his eye lit up. "Tawabinisay is tell me 'bout dat Lak' Kawagama. P'rhaps we fine heem." In so saying Billy decided the attempt.
At four o'clock he was back, sitting on a log and smoking a pipe. In the meantime we had made up our party. Tawabinisay himself had decided that the two half-breeds must stay at home. He wished to share his secret only with his own tribesmen. The fiat grieved Billy, for behold he had already put in much time on this very search, and naturally desired to be in at the finish.
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