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short distance from the railway track an Indian has his wig- 

 wam, and he is mending his net, while his two squaws are 

 gathering wood for a fire. Down on the beach is his canoe ; 

 and there are two lishing boats out on the lake. The pano- 

 rama here is very extensive, and the train goes slowly up the 

 incline in rounding Jackfish Bay. In a tree a short distance 

 from the track, a pair of large buzzards have a nest ; one of 

 the birds is perched on a bough close to the nest, and simply 

 flaps his wings, but did not leave his post ; the other bird was 

 sailing over the tree top. From their dark plumage and 

 feathered legs, I took them to be rough-legged buzzards ; how 

 I wished the train would come to a standstill for ten minutes 

 so as to allow me time to examine that nest, but on we go, and 

 soon reach Schreiber, where the train stops fifteen minutes for 

 refreshments, and we partake of breakfast. Beyond Schreiber, 

 a chain of islands separates Nepigon Bay from Lake Superior ; 

 the lake is shut out from our view, and we appear to be run- 

 ning along the banks of a river with rocky clifts on the oppo- 

 site side, reminding one of the Hudson river. The constantly 

 changing views on Nepigon Bay are charming. All the 

 streams emptying themselves into Lake Superior contain 

 speckled trout in plenty, and Nepigon river is noted for its 

 six-pound trout and its beautiful scenery. The river is crossed 

 by a fine iron bridge just before we reach Nepigon station. 

 Three miles beyond, the railway turns around the base of Red 

 Rock. The white houses of the Hudson's Bay post come into 

 view. Near by are fine clifis of columnar trap, and in the 

 distance we see a steamer coming up the river from the lake, 

 bringing supplies to the Hudson's Bay post. This river has 

 become of late years a resort for anglers. The trout are mag- 

 nificent, and in June and July are caught in astonishing num- 

 bers ; six and seven pounds are ordinary sizes. There is, too, 

 a peculiar delicacy in a trout caught by your own rod, and 

 cooked before the fire on sticks — spatch-cock fashion — within 

 ten minutes after it has left the water. The fish bite best 

 when the flies do, and are caught at the foot of any swift 

 rapid. In the eddy, under logs half hid in creamy, foam, or in 



