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Thursday: - We had a fine sail to Sandy Bay. This is a nice looking place. The land is high and the beach beautiful with deep water close in shore. There is an Indian reserve here.

The Indians all have good huts and seem comfortable. When they get hungry they set a gill net for a few hours and have all the fish they wan t.

We called on Mr. Spence, an old-timer, who gave us all the information we wanted about everything and had whole mountain ranges of information left. Camped six miles further on and slept in an Icelander's house. These people are settled all along from here north. They are going in for stock raising and fishing. They seem to be good, cleanly and industrious people and will do well here. They have fish in all shapes and plenty. One man had a wagon load dried and piled in a shed like cord-wood; another man had a pig which he said lived on nothing but fish. He still resembles a hog but I have my doubts about his flavor.

Friday: - Started at five in the morning and ran to Sandy Point where we met a north wind and had to land. This point is high and pleasant. There is a boulder on the beach about ten cubic feet which the people say was carried here by the ice this spring. There are lots of smaller ones which appear to have come the same way.

Saturday: - We started at noon and rowed to Kinnesota, a distance of ten miles. There is a large settlement here, mostly natives. The country is high and pleasant but like all the rest we have seen it is stony and unfit for grain raising. The people, however, have good gardens.

We stayed over Sunday with Wm. Garrioch, an old-timer who once lived in Portage and still has many relatives there. Among other stories with which he entertained us was the "Legend of Lake Manitoba" which ran thus:

"In days of old when the noble Red Man ruled the land they used to meet at the narrows to Pow-wow and eat dog meat, and close by there is a low island with loose stones all along the beach which when the surf washed over would make a sort of flip-flap, swish-swash sound. These sounds the natives said were spirits and named the island Manito-wa-pow, or spirit land, from which the lake and later the province took its name by being corrupted into Manitoba."

Started Monday noon for the narrows. Called at the H.B.Co.'s post which comprises a large dwelling house and a small store for