A Cruise on Lake Rossignol 



also, and woe to any man or beast that had taken any 

 liberties around that camp. Not that she is very expert 

 with a gun, but a scared woman generally pulls the trigger 

 first and makes inquiries later ! We had supper and 

 turned in. 



It was cold towards morning, but a replenished fire 

 soon made everyone cheerful. A hard frost froze up the 

 still-water coves in the night, and there was too much 

 wind for moose " calling," so we had hot coffee, pancakes, 

 bacon, eggs, moose-steak, toast, prunes, oranges, bananas, 

 etc., for breakfast, after which light repast we struck 

 our tent, shipped our dunnage, and cleared for the 

 Kejimkujik River. 



Third Day. 



It was a fine morning with a light west wind and clear. 

 We rounded Wildcat Point, and ran up and into the rocky 

 swift water of the stream, navigating successfully the 

 rapids until rocks and shoals barred further progress. 

 There is no more exciting sport in the world than running 

 a motor-boat, properly fitted for that kind of work, up 

 a rapids or shooting down over them. We touched 

 several rocks, but our well-shod keel and protected 

 propeller and outboard rudder saved us from disaster. 

 We shifted our live ballast forward so that the sixteen- 

 inch wheel was barely submerged, and the boat then 

 drew about eighteen inches of water. It is remarkable 

 what a twenty-one-foot dory with a y-horse-power engine 

 can do in the way of fighting a swift current, even under 

 such adverse conditions of trim. 



With the dory's bow almost against a ledge athwart 

 our course, we reversed and dropped our hook in the 

 stream. Then Ken and I took the canoe and rifles, and 

 poled and paddled up the rushing river to hunt and fish 



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