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                      The Nipigon boats are tough 
                        customers. On any map of the North American continent 
                        Lake Superior resembles the head of a wolf that has eaten 
                        its way westward from the seaboard. Having relished its 
                        repast, this wolf's head will appear as slavering of jowl 
                        in jolly anticipation of swallowing more mountain, river 
                        and timber. At the nose of this wolf is Duluth. the jugular 
                        locates Sault Sainte Marie, the eye will be Isle Royale 
                        of fabulous legend, and where the wolf's brow falls is 
                        Thunder Cape. Higher on the forehead is the Nipigon country, 
                        and the heart of the Nipigon is the Nipigon River.
                       A 
                        region of behemoth porphyry folds is the Nipigon, of naked 
                        spruce forests, fish full cataracts and amethyst vistas. 
                        It is peopled by Canucks, Frenchmen, Newfies, a polyglot 
                        mixture of muscular men who love their land and who whip 
                        from its rawness great wealth in timber and fish. It is 
                        a beautiful though demanding land any way you look at 
                        it, though it would be well not to look too closely less 
                        some of the local blokes "mistake yer fer a Stateside 
                        uranium hunter and toss ya inta t'irty faddom."
A 
                        region of behemoth porphyry folds is the Nipigon, of naked 
                        spruce forests, fish full cataracts and amethyst vistas. 
                        It is peopled by Canucks, Frenchmen, Newfies, a polyglot 
                        mixture of muscular men who love their land and who whip 
                        from its rawness great wealth in timber and fish. It is 
                        a beautiful though demanding land any way you look at 
                        it, though it would be well not to look too closely less 
                        some of the local blokes "mistake yer fer a Stateside 
                        uranium hunter and toss ya inta t'irty faddom."
                      A collection of false fronts 
                        and red paper shacks called Nipigon is the city of the 
                        region. Bare in promise, still rarer of odor. it is raw 
                        of setting and raucously tooled for timbering. There at 
                        Nipigon. a few miles from Lake Superior, is built a rugged 
                        breed of boat which is one of the tools of timbering and 
                        the like of which I have seen nowhere else in a half world 
                        of wandering.
                      Now boats that are tools 
                        of trade in the various locales of the world can be counted 
                        on to be masters of local conditions. They evolve out 
                        of local use to achieve just such mastery. The Nipigon 
                        boats therefore thrive on hitting things, rocks for instance, 
                        and up on the Nipigon River, under the high span that 
                        bridges the automobile road, these Nipigon craft, very 
                        short in length, highly powered, highly maneuverable and 
                        practically logproof (what with the basket of pipes shrouding 
                        their wheels, are actually used for the world's toughest 
                        service.
                      They are used to bump, 
                        push. subdue, overtake and generally cowboy the rushing 
                        poles of pine that tumble from rapids to rapids down to 
                        flat water.
                      It is a shocking, then 
                        amusing, and finally fascinating thing lo see a little 
                        boat edging a whirlpool of timber, like a collie dog with 
                        a herd of sheep, and to see her climb right over the logs 
                        as though they were not there, or at most were an inconsequential 
                        nuisance to be overlooked, and to watch her worm her snorting 
                        way to an offending key log that has upended and barn 
                        said pole into motion and docility.
                      I said the Nipigon boats 
                        are tough' When the log boom is made up, down on Superior, 
                        the mighty midgets are found there in the big water knocking 
                        tar out of both boom and lake. They can take it.
                      The possibility of making 
                        a stout cheap cruiser based on these Nipigon-Superior 
                        toughies has wanted doing for a long time. Here she is: 
                        Mini Max.
                      
                        
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                      Mini Max is only nineteen 
                        feet and fractional inches long, but like most Nipigon 
                        craft she seems to have as much room as a twenty-six footer. 
                        She is no experimental design for. while I have reached 
                        elsewhere for the arrangement plan (to the old Eico Marinettes 
                        designed by Bill Fleming) the hull of Mini Max is an evolution 
                        of several Nipigon pine pummelers overlaid as to features 
                        of deadrise by one Thor, a boat I designed in 1927 and 
                        which, having eaten up four or five engines in the pulping 
                        business, including a Ford. a Universal and a Red Wing, 
                        is still knocking hell out of log and lake and seems to 
                        be always yelling "Gimme more iron."
                      You can have a good cruiser 
                        on small inches. The chief thing I have learned in doing 
                        quite a number of tabloid shippies is to keep them weighty. 
                        Then they act more like boats. This is particularly true 
                        of the bulky kind of boat, which Mini Max unashamedly 
                        is. Weight takes a lot of the objectionable wallow out 
                        of the craft's sea behavior, something you cannot get 
                        with plywood. So she is beefy and will stay together. 
                        Her hull is of optimum deadrise, her topsides have a nice 
                        flowing batten, and she will build cheaply, cheaply, cheaply.
                      I do not know what Minnie's 
                        general coefficients are and I dinna care. I guarantee 
                        you can build her from the thumbnail design accompanying 
                        this yarn, that she will float as shown if you use the 
                        scantlings I recommend and show. Further, I guarantee 
                        she has moments that are teeming with inertia and that 
                        her prismatic is very coefficient. Hell, you can't design 
                        a boat with tables. It takes art to integrate such an 
                        assemblage of compromises. I bet a 1903 Wright airplane 
                        against a transparent Bikini that Min Max will stay right 
                        side up when Superior, or any lesser body. is standing 
                        on end.
                      If you like her you can 
                        build her for about $300 lumber, and perhaps another hundred 
                        for hardware and fitments (1950s, remember. Ed.),
                      The power plant? 
                        Tops for my money would be a Universal Utility Four. I 
                        also like a Chris Craft Model B, a Gray or a Kermath of 
                        about forty-five horsepower, and I like also the water 
                        pump feature on the Atlas Skipper, which is not as large 
                        an engine. A single cylinder two cycle four to five horsepower 
                        will give six to seven miles, which will gel you there 
                        and back on time if you know when to turn around. If you 
                        want eight or nine miles, a buffed up model T will serve 
                        you until you can ford the real mills first mentioned, 
                        which will give from ten to fifteen miles.