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rivulets of ice-cold water were refreshingly near us all the way up from 

 Grand Falls. Droseras and Utricularias were bus} 7 capturing insects 

 in their cool mossy retreats on the borders of these springs. Arethusa 

 bulbosa and other orchids, such as the purple fringed Habenaria, the 

 Habenaria dilatata and //. hyperborea, Arnica mollis and other plants 

 loving cool moist habitats were found in great abundance. Some fine 

 straight specimens of scrub pine (Pinus Banksiana) were seen along 

 the higher ground overlooking the river ; some of these towering to 

 the height of sixty or seventy feet forming ample groves. White 

 birch, black and white spruce, fir, maples, black ash, cedars of large 

 size, were the chief trees met with, while alder, mountain maple, 

 cherry, mountain ash and other shrubs drooped over the water with 

 clematis and bed-straw twining everywhere over their stems ; the 

 purple Joe Pye-weed seemed to crowd all the vacant spots, forming a 

 tangle of vegetation most delightful to look upon, but very hard to 

 get through, especially when it is l'emembered that the sweep of the 

 freshet and ice in the spring causes every shrub and small tree trunk 

 within its I'each to point down stream. It is to the thicket entangle- 

 ments of these shores that I owe what little skill I possess in poling a 

 canoe up a rapid stream. When this trip was first planned, Dr- 

 Ganong, with a generosity that overcame all my scruples, since I was 

 not accustomed to pole a canoe up stream, offered to "do all the work' 

 and leave me free to botanize along shore. I scrambled along 

 that rock-strewn and tangled shore for the greater part of two days. 

 On the third I got on board the canoe and seized the bow pole with a 

 determination to stick to the ship at all hazards. 



What a charm there was about that camping-ground at Indian 

 Falls, with the pale light of the full moon coming to us over the dark 

 hills of spruce and pine beyond our tent. There was no sound except 

 the rushing of the waters, which was continually in our ears. We 

 had a feeling that the roughest part of the river was past; for was not 

 the assurance given us that the upper part of the river is a series of 

 quiet stretches, "full of pools and every pool full of fish." A spirit of 

 contentment is in the air. The coffee never gave out a more delight- 

 ful aroma. The flapjacks as they were deftly turned in the air came 

 down in the right place in the fryingpan and lay sizzling contentedly 

 with a well-browned surface, done to a charm. We enjoyed with all 

 thf high spirits of boyhood the charm of outdoor life in the woods. 

 We talked of everything under the sun : why a bountiful providence 

 lias given us the means of knowing when a flapjack is done on the one 



