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T H E T R I P T O W A H P O O S K O W 133
stones and boulders to its own music, and the rich rose- pink,
cone- like tops of the water- vervain, now i n bloom, dancing
with it.
Our camp that night was a delightful one, amongst slender
birch and spruce and pine, the ground covered with blueberries,
partridge berries, and cranberries in abundance.
The berries of the wolf- willow were also red- ripe, alluring,
but bitter to the taste. It was really a romantic scene.
Ladoucere had made his camp i n a small glade opposite our
own, the bend of the river being i n front of us. The tall
pines cast their long reflections on the water, our great fires
gleamed athwart them, illuminating the under foliage of the
birches with magical light, whilst the half- breeds, grouped
around and silhouetted by the fires, formed a unique picture
which lingers i n the memory. We slept like tops that night
beneath the stars, on a soft bed of berry bushes, and never
woke until a thin morning rain sprinkling in our faces
fetched us to our feet.
A good bacon breakfast and then to our paddles, the river-bends
as graceful as ever, but with fewer rapids. At every
turn we came upon luxuriant hay meadows, with generally
heavy woods opposite them, the river showing the same easy
and accessible shore, whilst now and then giant hoof- prints,
a broken marge, and miry grass showed where a moose had
recently sprawled up the bank. Nothing, indeed, could surpass
the rich colour- tone of this delightful stream— an
exquisite opaqueness even under the clouds; but, interfused
with sunshine, like that rare and translucent brown spread
by the pencil of a master.
As we were paddling along, the willows on shore suddenly
parted, and an Indian runner appeared on the bank, who
hailed us and, handing over a sack of mail with letters and
papers for us a l l , sped off as suddenly as he came.
It was now the last day of August, raw and drizzly, and
having paddled about ten miles through a like country, we
came i n sight of the Pelican Mountains to the west, and, later
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| OCR | T H E T R I P T O W A H P O O S K O W 133 stones and boulders to its own music, and the rich rose- pink, cone- like tops of the water- vervain, now i n bloom, dancing with it. Our camp that night was a delightful one, amongst slender birch and spruce and pine, the ground covered with blueberries, partridge berries, and cranberries in abundance. The berries of the wolf- willow were also red- ripe, alluring, but bitter to the taste. It was really a romantic scene. Ladoucere had made his camp i n a small glade opposite our own, the bend of the river being i n front of us. The tall pines cast their long reflections on the water, our great fires gleamed athwart them, illuminating the under foliage of the birches with magical light, whilst the half- breeds, grouped around and silhouetted by the fires, formed a unique picture which lingers i n the memory. We slept like tops that night beneath the stars, on a soft bed of berry bushes, and never woke until a thin morning rain sprinkling in our faces fetched us to our feet. A good bacon breakfast and then to our paddles, the river-bends as graceful as ever, but with fewer rapids. At every turn we came upon luxuriant hay meadows, with generally heavy woods opposite them, the river showing the same easy and accessible shore, whilst now and then giant hoof- prints, a broken marge, and miry grass showed where a moose had recently sprawled up the bank. Nothing, indeed, could surpass the rich colour- tone of this delightful stream— an exquisite opaqueness even under the clouds; but, interfused with sunshine, like that rare and translucent brown spread by the pencil of a master. As we were paddling along, the willows on shore suddenly parted, and an Indian runner appeared on the bank, who hailed us and, handing over a sack of mail with letters and papers for us a l l , sped off as suddenly as he came. It was now the last day of August, raw and drizzly, and having paddled about ten miles through a like country, we came i n sight of the Pelican Mountains to the west, and, later |
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