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Lake Superior
He believed in the value of the mineral resources of his beloved Portage. His waking thoughts, his midnight dreams, were all of this hidden wealth.. He believed in it; he talked of nothing else. The burden of his song was ever; Portage, Portage! So it came to pass that when he visited the other districts, he was considered, what would be called in modern parlance, a crank. But this man never flinched, never bated one jot or tittle -of Ms high faith in his own district. When opposed, he talked rapidly, in
language less choice than forcible, the while spitting tobacco juice with the vehemence of a small geyser.
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