88 LAKE SUPERIOR. 



Being already tired of the to me uninteresting 

 Batchawaung and its one pool of numberless trout, 

 and having a strong and favorable breeze, we broke 

 up camp, descended the river, killing a duck on the 

 way, and once out in the open water, headed for 

 the Point of Mamainse, which is Chippewa for stur- 

 geon. The wind, however, soon came out ahead, 

 increased to a gale, and drove us into Uanse aux 

 crepes, or Pancake Bay, where we were detained 

 that day and night. 



Eanse aux crepes is at the mouth of a little rivu- 

 let that tumbles over scattered bouldere, and occa- 

 sionally contains some nice trout ; but the water 

 was low, and although we caught enough small fish 

 for supper, we did better with young ducks, hap- 

 pening to get a shot into a brood, and killing with 

 the two discharges seven plump, luscious, well- 

 grown little fellows, which replenished the gridiron 

 finely. 



The temperature fell to thirty-seven degrees, and 

 with it the mosquitoes a delightful change from 

 the oppressive heat and hungry hordes that had tor- 

 mented us. We camped for the night at the mouth 

 of the rivulet, and continuing our voyage early next 

 morning, soon reached the bold, imposing promon- 

 tory called by the Indian name Mamainse. The 

 shore is rocky and precipitous to such an extent, 

 that the fisherman finds difficulty in casting the fly, 

 or even pursuing his way along the steep cliffs. 



The water is filled with broken rocks, as at other 

 parts of the coast, and where these project above 



