In days of old, if any event of particular interest to the people happened, an account of it was made and placed where all could see it. The writing was cut out on something hard, and took the form of pictures instead of words and letters. These pictures were intended to give a description of the event. Long after, when these accounts were found, people could neither read them nor understand them. Any attempt to find out what the pictures were intended to indicate failed, and for many years it seemed as if we should never know. But at last an opportunity came, when some accounts were found on which the writing was given in three different ways. One of these was in the picture writing and another was in a language which the men who found the accounts understood. When they had read the story in this language they naturally thought that the picture writing would tell the same story, and careful investigation gave them proof that this was the case. This rendered it possible for them to read this picture writing and so to read other accounts which until then no one had understood. Men were able, from the knowledge they secured in this way, to find out little by little what sort of life was lived by the people who used this strange method of writing. After some days I reached the lake where I intended to camp, my object being to study the wild life of the district. I had been told that I was made to attempt to stay long in such a place, as no human being had been there for years. I was also assured that the lake was so deep that although a party of men had once tried to fathom it, the attempt had failed. I was naturally surprised, therefore, on the third day of my stay to come upon a rough little building standing alone in the middle of a field, a few hundred yards from the water. From the sounds I heard I knew that somebody was actually living there, and as I went through the mud toward the building I saw an old man at the door. In some way which at the time I did not understand he seemed to fit in naturally with the country around him. He held out his hand and indicated that I was at liberty to enter his strange little outfit. We quickly became friends, and he told me of his life in this wild place.