THE SOUTH-WEST RIVER. 101 



closes in Newfoundland on September 10th, but 

 I believe it is considered allowable for a traveller 

 to catch a few fish for the pot after the fishing 

 season has legally closed. Until I got some 

 caribou meat to eat I constantly tried to do so, 

 but, curiously enough, I never got another fish 

 to look at the bait which at first had appeared 

 to be so attractive. 



Instead of following the western shore of 

 Terra Nova Lake, as we had done the previous 

 year, when we ascended the St. George's River, 

 we now made for the mouth of the South-west 

 River, which enters the lake at its extreme 

 southern end. 



By the time we had finished breakfast a 

 strong wind had sprung up, against which 

 we made headway only with the greatest 

 difficulty, as it blew right in our teeth and 

 knocked up a short, choppy sea. We were 

 obliged to work along the shore for fear of being 

 capsized, and were continually compelled to 

 land, unload the canoes, and then turn them 

 upside down to get rid of the water they had 

 shipped. Early in the afternoon a heavy storm 



