Not far from the rugged and storm-whipped north shore of Lake Superior, and south of the Kaministiqua, yet not as far south as the Rainy River waterway, there lay a paradise lost in the heart of a wilderness world-and in that paradise "a little corner of hell."That was what the girl had called it once upon a time, when sobbing out the shame and the agony of it to herself. That was before Peter had come to leaven the drab of her life. But the hell was still there.One would not have guessed its existence, standing at the bald top of Cragg's Ridge this wonderful thirtieth day of May.