SALMON-RIVERS OF BRITISH PROVINCES. 897 



In winter the gorge is filled with frozen slush and ice from 

 above ; the falls disappear, and the surface along the ravine, 

 above and below, is one roughened level, while the river 

 flows beneath. The boatmen as thej ply the pole and 

 paddle in summer, to force their birch-canoe against the 

 strong current in going to the " Falls Pool," will point out to 

 the angler the trunks of trees barked and chafed by floating 

 ice, nearly to the summit of the clifis, and masses of snow 

 and ice, ground into hail-like consistency, remain there in the 

 deep shaded dell nearly the whole summer. 



The camp, with its two capacious bark sheds, is on the 

 west side of the river, rather more than a hundred rods below 

 the falls. It is from a hundred and twenty to a hundred and 

 fifty feet above the river. Twenty or thirty feet from the 

 camp an icy cold brook, which comes from a spring a 

 hundred yards above, flows through a wet meadow covered 

 with alders, briars, and rank wild grass, and goes rattling 

 down the rocky declivity to the river. Here the canoe- 

 men have scooped out the turf, and, damming the rivulet with 

 a few large stones, have made a pretty pool for the use of the 

 camp. I have seen six or eight silvery Salmon laid in it to 

 keep fresh and cool. 



This is a favorite camping-ground. Those who travel the 

 river to or from the lumber regions above, make it an object 

 to stop here all night when they make the portage of the 

 falls. The toiling canoe-men, as they pole their bark, laden 

 with the angler and his outfit, against the stubborn stream, 

 look to it as a haven of rest. It is the angler's paradise, and 

 many a pleasant day has been passed here, by jolly brethren 

 of the rod who have travelled far by land, or crossed the 

 broad Atlantic, to fish at the far-famed "Grand Falls." I 

 have pleasant memories of this camp, which I pray may never 

 fail me. The bright rushing river below, and the hill rising 



