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very cold stream enters the river. Just by the mouth 



of this, we lay to, to secure a breakfast of trout. We 



caught, as fast as we could throw, an abundant supply, 



and we stopped. Further down the river still, is what 



is known as the "flood- wood," a Eed river raft in 



miniature. In a short bend in the stream, where the 



water is deep and sluggish, an immense quantity of 



trees and old logs, and all manner of driftwood, dams 



up the current, piled above the surface in all manner 



of shapes, and extending to unknown depths below, 



through which the river finds its way as through a 



great sieve. Over this "flood-wood," a distance of 



some forty or fifty rods, our canoe had to be drawn. 



It was six o'clock when we reached Tupper's Lake, of 



a calm, warm evening. Our shantee was soon built, 



and our smudge going, and before the twilight had 



faded into the darkness of night, two weary men 



might have been seen out there, on the margin of 



Tupper's Lake, in a shantee built of brush, and a 



dense smudge near their feet, fast asleep on a bed of 



hemlock boughs, with a by no means handsome dog, 



as a faithful watcher over them. It is wonderful how 



sound and sweet a tired man will sleep on his bed of 



boughs, off there, in the clear pure air of the Shatagee 



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