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FriendJy Faces 159Bishop Isaac O. Stringerand Sarah Ann Alexander(Sadie) Stringer, campedon Peel River Portage,1924. Isaac O. StringerCollection, ACC/GSAP7517-86.tering walls and partial darkness once again. We were also thankful that a smallpane of glass was broken, for, like Mr Frost, these two men lived with sealedwindows. Our hosts came in early from their tent and cooked us a mammothbreakfast. When we started off in the canoe Mr Allington rigged up a mast andsail and we began to work across the current diagonally. I watched Gwen's face ofhorror. The roar of the rapids in the next reach of the gorge was audible and sheknew too much about sailing to approve of this rather amateur effort.Providentially the wind still blew in icy gusts and before we were in mid-currentthe mast snapped. David then took charge and we cleared the Ramparts withoutmishap.Our new guide was quite efficient, but we missed in him something that wehad revered in Lazarus. Idealism perhaps? If Lazarus had understood what anideal was, he would, no doubt, have laughed at the idea of his possessing any suchthing. Yet he had one, at least, although he never came near to expressing it inwords. His ideal man was one who, unlike Jimmy, knew how to live off thecountry. There was, however, more than that one streak of idealism in the characterof Lazarus: there was fidelity to whatever he had undertaken, ability to thinkand feel for others, courage, and indifference to bodily exhaustion. We had