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to return on--and it was all lumps of snowy lolly and blue waterwhere Macartney's men had
broken through. I looked ahead of me with my mind running like a mill. We had done about half the five-mile
crossing; we might do the rest if we could stop and breathe for ten minutesfor fiveeven for two. Onlyin all
the width of the lake that lay like cake icing in front of usthere was not one place where we could dare to
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stand. The water under us was higher than I had ever known it. Not one single dagger-toothed rock showed as
they had showed when I crossed it in a canoe the night before it froze to the thick slush that was all it ever
froze to. There was not one single place to----But violentlyout of the back of my memorysomething came to
me. There was one place in Lac Tremblant wherehigh water or lowa man might always stand--if I could hit
it in the smotheringfeatureless snow.
The island yilai:
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I gasped out loud. Because there was one--a highnarrow island without even a bush on
it--rising graduallynot precipitately like the rest of the rocks in Lac Tremblantout of the uncertain water.
But for half an hour I thought it might as well be non-existent. Stare as I might I could see no sign of
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