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T H E T R I P T O W A H P O O S K O W 145
At this point the issue of certificates for scrip practically
ended, the total number distributed being 1,843, only 48 of
which were for land.
Leaving C a l l i n g River before noon, we passed Riviere la
Biche towards evening, and camped about four miles above
it on the same side of the river. We were not far from the
Landing, and therefore near the end of our long and toilsome
yet delightful journey. It was pleasant and unexpected,
too, to find our last camp but one amongst the best.
The ground was a flat l y i n g against the river, wooded with
stately spruce and birch, and perfectly clear of underbrush.
I t was covered with a plentiful growth of a curious fern- like
plant which f e l l at a touch. The great river flowed i n front,
and an almost full moon shone divinely across it, and sent
shafts of sidelong light into the forest. The huge camp- fires
of the trackers and canoemen, the roughly garbed groups
around them, the canoes themselves, the whole scene, i n fact,
recalled some genre sketch by our half- forgotten colourist,
Jacobi. Our own fire was made at the foot of a giant spruce,
and must have been a surprise to that beautiful creature,
evidently brimful of life. Indeed, I watched the flames
busy at its base with a feeling of pain, for it is difficult not
to believe that those grand productions of Nature, highly
organized after their kind, have their own sensations, and
enjoy life.
The 17th fell on a Sunday, a delicious morning of mist
and sunshine and calm, befitting the day. But we were
eager for letters from home, and therefore determined to
push on. Perhaps it was less desecrating to travel on such a
morning than to lie i n camp. One felt the penetrating
power of Nature more deeply than i n the apathj- or indolent
ease of a Sunday lotinge. Still there were those who had
to smart for it— the trackers. But the Mecca of the Landing
being so near, and its stimulating delights looming largely
i n the haze of their imagination, they were as eager to go on
as ourselves.
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| OCR | T H E T R I P T O W A H P O O S K O W 145 At this point the issue of certificates for scrip practically ended, the total number distributed being 1,843, only 48 of which were for land. Leaving C a l l i n g River before noon, we passed Riviere la Biche towards evening, and camped about four miles above it on the same side of the river. We were not far from the Landing, and therefore near the end of our long and toilsome yet delightful journey. It was pleasant and unexpected, too, to find our last camp but one amongst the best. The ground was a flat l y i n g against the river, wooded with stately spruce and birch, and perfectly clear of underbrush. I t was covered with a plentiful growth of a curious fern- like plant which f e l l at a touch. The great river flowed i n front, and an almost full moon shone divinely across it, and sent shafts of sidelong light into the forest. The huge camp- fires of the trackers and canoemen, the roughly garbed groups around them, the canoes themselves, the whole scene, i n fact, recalled some genre sketch by our half- forgotten colourist, Jacobi. Our own fire was made at the foot of a giant spruce, and must have been a surprise to that beautiful creature, evidently brimful of life. Indeed, I watched the flames busy at its base with a feeling of pain, for it is difficult not to believe that those grand productions of Nature, highly organized after their kind, have their own sensations, and enjoy life. The 17th fell on a Sunday, a delicious morning of mist and sunshine and calm, befitting the day. But we were eager for letters from home, and therefore determined to push on. Perhaps it was less desecrating to travel on such a morning than to lie i n camp. One felt the penetrating power of Nature more deeply than i n the apathj- or indolent ease of a Sunday lotinge. Still there were those who had to smart for it— the trackers. But the Mecca of the Landing being so near, and its stimulating delights looming largely i n the haze of their imagination, they were as eager to go on as ourselves. 10 |
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