Taking  advantage  of  the  dry  weather,  I  struck  the  trail  for  Gow  Ganda
I  had  the  choice  of  two  routes,  one  by  canoe,  the  other  walking.  I  chose
the  latter,  as  it  gave  me  an  opportunity  of  calling  at  the  mining  camps  at
Silver  Lake,  and  also  the  stopping  houses  en  route.  I  covered  the  thirty-
three  miles  in  two  days  with  a  load  of  about  fifty  pounds,  without  serious
mishap.
The  country  all  around  here  is  thickly  wooded,  rendering  going  from
place  to  place  difficult,  just  a  trail  led  to  some  of  the  houses  visited.  While
the  forest  is  infested  with  bears,  yet  the  terror  of  mankind  up  here  is  the
mosquito  and  black  fly,  especially  the  latter.  As  I  write  my  neck  is  swollen
by  their  bites,  which  are  at  times  painful.  Hundreds  of  people  go  south
during  the  black  fly  season.
The  people  at  Gow  Ganda  received  me  with  respect,  but  showed  an
utter  indifference  to  the  claims  of  God.  Some  expressed  their  wonder  and
amazement  at  the  idea  of  a  Colporteur  in  Gow  Ganda  by  saying  :  "  Well,
of  all  the  funny  things  I've  seen  in  Gow  Ganda,  this  is  the  funniest."  One
young  married  woman  would  not  look  at  my  Scriptures,  because  she  said
:"  They  give  me  the  blues."

I  visited  by  canoe  a  large  number  of  the  mines  five  and  six  miles  down
the  lake.     At  one   mine  my  Bibles  went  like   "hot  cakes."     How   it  did
gladden  my  heart.
Many  of  the  prospectors  would  set  aside  the  Word,  saying  they  had  no
time  to  read,  but  they  had  time  for  a  game  of  cards,  etc.
