88 ON THE GREAT CHURCHILL RIVER 



Previously, on June 11, I had noted a similar 

 occurrence. 



June 27. This was our last day on the Churchill 

 River, for about 2 p.m., after portaging at 

 Kettle Falls, we came to the mouth of Reindeer 

 River and turned north up that broad stream of 

 crystal-clear water that cut a well-defined line 

 where it joined the more brownish water of the 

 Churchill. 



Stiff paddling henceforth lay ahead : against 

 current we must now journey onward ; no longer 

 was our course downstream. 



Somewhat reluctantly we bid good-bye to the 

 stream whose name and character had grown 

 familiar and given us pleasure, and thereafter 

 faced the dim trail into the distant North. 

 Always, on such travelling as this, the familiar 

 scene and the knowledge and experience you 

 collect go back to the Past, while ahead, round 

 each bend, and island, and point in your course, 

 lies the alluring, unravelled unknown of the 

 Future. So like our lives ! the plan unfinished, 

 the map of our course to be drawn as each day 

 leads onward. Unseeing what is in front of 

 us, yet in faith picturing scenes as we imagine 

 them to be, and as we would like best to find 

 them. 



But so far as the Churchill River was concerned 

 our travels there were ended, at least for the 

 present. We had voyaged by lake and stream for 

 forty-seven days, twenty-seven of which had been 

 spent on the broad, beautiful waterway which I 

 have endeavoured to describe. 



Below I give a summary of the Churchill 



