120 THE LABRADOR PENINSULA. CHAP. vn. 



was more abundant in the stream, and bubbles began to 

 appear. 



' There they are ! ' shouted my bowsman, as we entered 

 a little pool not seventy yards in diameter, and saw the 

 second falls of the little river before us. ' Do you see 

 the trout jumping ? ' 



A capital place to camp, fish, and make a cache of a 

 box of tea. In half an hour we caught a considerable 

 number of trout and one musk-rat, carried the flour and 

 pork across the portage, which was only 150 yards long, 

 and gathered wood for an illumination of the rocks after 

 nightfall. Words cannot paint the effect of that ruddy 

 light on those grand old cliffs. Lost in the upper air, 

 their summits were no longer visible, however bright we 

 made the flame with fresh supplies of birch-bark. The 

 shadows were black as pitch, the gloomy river, or as 

 much of it as was visible from our camp, looked like what 

 Styx might be supposed to be, and the little cascade, 

 close to which our bonfire was placed, leaped with a 

 cheerful glow in the pool, alive with speckled trout, 

 which came to gaze at our glowing fire. 



