National Geographic : 1951 Jul
99 Muscles Are Weary, the Weather Is Foul, but Isn't Supper Grand! A gathering storm pursued the canoeists across Gull Lake, but tent and tarpaulin rose and teakettle boiled before the first raindrops fell. Lower right: Bread bakes in 20 minutes within the metal reflector oven, so named because its slanting sides reflect the campfire's heat onto a cooking tray (page 81). were cutting timbers for power poles at Goose Airport. We persuaded them to quit logging temporarily. They hauled aboard our dun nage and canoes. War's Echoes Dimly Heard Out of reach of all news for five weeks, we were eager to catch up on the strife in Korea. "What's the news?" Ralph and Andy asked together. "Is the war over?" "Oh, we don't hear a real lot about it, y'know," Herbert casually answered. "But they're still pickin' at it." Without a break he turned to Leslie: "How's signs of fur up river, b'ye? Do it look good for the fall?" We chugged 40 miles out of the Hamilton and through Lake Melville to the town of North West River (page 88). What a treat to move across water without stabbing it with slabs of wood! We reached the largest village in Labrador (population 300 plus) and our journey's end at 10 o'clock on the evening of Friday, Au gust 11. We climbed to the dock in the darkness and looked at each other with a full measure of respect. The adventure was won. Next day, sunny and still, we loafed on bluegrass lawns and talked with friendly vil lagers. We strolled among the gardens of the Grenfell mission and helped pick potatoes, peas, and carrots for our dinner (page 87). Along lanes and walkways delphiniums bloomed. Past the town soccer field we climbed Sun day Hill to watch the sun set over Grand Lake. It was like a holiday back home.