hung over the bow of their canoe. Spite 

 of its bad name it is a magnificent perform- 

 ance, skillful and daring beyond measure ; so 

 instead of driving them off I asked for a seat 

 in their long dugout to see how it was done. 

 As we swept up and down the dangerous 

 river, with pitch-pine blazing and cracking 

 and the black shadows jumping about us, 

 two woodcock sprang up from the shore 

 and whirled madly around the pirogue. One 

 brushed my face with his wings, and was 

 driven away only when Sandy in the bo\v 

 gave a mighty lunge of his spear and with 

 a howl of exultation flung a twenty-pound, 

 kicking salmon back into my lap. But sev- 

 eral times that night I saw the flash of their 

 wings, or heard their low surprised twitter 

 above the crackle of the fire and the rush 

 and roar of the rapids. 



When he finds good feeding grounds on 

 his southern migrations Whitooweek will 

 stay with us, if undisturbed, until a sharp 

 frost seals up his store- 

 house by making the 

 ground too hard for his 



