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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
curley hair, and the head seemed to 'be, as I have said, as big
as a half bushel.
                WRECKED AERONAUTS
   We left there about two o'clock and went to the branch of
the Gatineau known as the Basket Tongue river, where Mr.
Carmichael knew the company had a large camp on a creek
called De Jauboul, at which we stayed all night. The foreman
showed us some pieces of rope and some 'pieces of a balloon,
and told us of finding-a month or more previous-two men
who were lost, wandering along the lake the Indians called
De Jauboul. The foreman and his men ran across them while
laying out a logging road to the lake and down the creek into
the main Basket Tongue. These men, then about 150 miles
from Ottawa, represented that they had started from St. Louis
and landed in these woods. They were nearly famished, hav-
ing had nothing to eat for two days. The foreman and his men
went with them, following the trail as best they could, and
found the baloon badly wrecked, it having landed in some
trees, from which the men got to the ground. At that time
there was a tote team, as they called it, (a supply team), up
there, and the foreman sent the two men, with as much of their
balloon as they wanted to carry, down to Ottawa a three or
four days trip. I am under the impression that the chief aer-
onaut gave his name as Le Mountaine, and told us where they
started from. The foreman gave me some of the broken rope
and balloon, which I carried back to the Gatineau mills.
   From that camp we went ten or twelve miles to the upper
camps, where they had found an island in the river on which
they had raised enough oats to supply all of their camps with-
in fifty miles. That was my first trip up in the woods on the
Gatineau river to look after our logging interests, and it had
taken us more than two weeks to make it. I made a similar
trip the next winter, going to some woods, farms and camps
that I had not visited before.
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