Living room in the Isman camp in Quebec: three months later.
[Shows a primeval forest with great trees thickets in background
and moss and ferns underfoot. A set in the foreground. To the left is
a tent about ten feet square with a fly. The front and sides are
rolled up showing a rubber blanket spread with bedding upon it; a
rough stand with books and some canned goods a rifle a fishing-rod
etc. Toward centre is a trench with the remains of a fire smoldering
in it and a frying pan and some soiled dishes beside it. There is a
log used as a seat and near it are several books a bound volume of
music lying open and a violin case with violin. To the right is a
rocky wall with a cleft suggesting a grotto.]
[At rise: GERALD pottering about his fire which is burning badly
mainly because he is giving most of his attention to a bound volume of
music which he has open. He is a young man of twenty-two with wavy
auburn hair; wears old corduroy trousers and a grey flannel shirt
open at the throat. He stirs the fire then takes violin and plays the
Nibelung theme with gusto.]
GERALD. A plague on that fire! I think I'll make my supper on prunes
and crackers to-night!
MIMI. [Enters left disguised as a pack-peddler; a little wizened up
man with long unkempt grey hair and beard and a heavy bundle on his
back.] Good evening sir!
GERALD. [Starts.] Hello!
MIMI. Good evening!
GERALD. Why . . . who are you?
MIMI. Can you tell me how I find the road sir?
GERALD. Where do you want to go?
MIMI. To the railroad.
GERALD. Oh I see! You got lost?
MIMI. Yes sir.
GERALD. [Points.] You should have turned to the right down where the
MIMI. Oh. That's it!
[Puts down burden and sighs.]
GERALD. Are you expecting to get to the railroad to-night?
MIMI. Yes sir.
GERALD. Humph! You'll find it hard going. Better rest. [Looks him
over curiously.] What are you--a peddler?
MIMI. I sell things. Nice things sir. You buy?
[Starts to open pack.]
GERALD. No. I don't want anything.
MIMI. [Gazing about.] You live here all alone?
GERALD. Yes . . . all alone.
MIMI. [Looking of left.] Who lives in the big house?
GERALD. That's my father's camp.
MIMI. Humph! Nobody in there?