68 FISH HARVESTING. 
are so swift that canoes plied by experienced 
Indians dare not venture to run them. 
Wandering along by this foaming rush of 
water, one sees numberless scaffoldings erected 
amongst the boulders—rude clumsy contrivances, 
constructed of poles jammed between large stones, 
and lashed with ropes of bark to other poles, 
that cross each other to form stages. Indian 
lodges, pitched in the most picturesque and lovely 
spots imaginable, are dotted along from one end 
of the rapids to the other. Indians from long 
distances and of several tribes have come here to 
await the arrival of the salmon. 
Leaning against the trees, or supported by the 
lodges, are numbers of small round nets (like we 
catch shrimps with in rocky pools), fastened to 
handles forty and fifty feet in length. Hollow 
places are cunningly enclosed, with low walls 
of boulders, on the river-side of each stage. 
It is early in June; the salmon have arrived, 
and a busy scene itis. On every stage plying 
their nets are Indian fishers, guiltless of garments 
save a piece of cloth tied round the waist. 
Ascending the rapids, salmon seek the slack- 
waters at the edges of the current, and are 
fond of lingermg in the wake of a rock or any 
convenient hollow; the rock-basins constructed 
