CHAPTER XL 



A CONVENTION BROKEN UP IN A ROW THE CHAIRMAN EJECTED. 



WE sent forward our boatman with the luggage early in 

 the morning, up Bog River towards Mud Lake, the source 

 of the right branch of that river, lying some thirty miles 

 deeper in the wilderness, counting the sinuosities of the 

 stream, and said to be the highest body of water in all this 

 wild region. We were to spend the day on Tupper's Lake, 

 and follow him the next morning. Our boatman built for 

 our accommodation, a brush shanty in the place of our tents. 

 We rowed about this beautiful sheet of water, exploring its 

 secluded bays and romantic islands, trying experiments with 

 the trout wherever a stream came down from the hills,- and 

 trolling for lake trout while crossing the lake. Near the 

 shore, on the west bank, perhaps half a mile from the falls, 

 is one of the coldest, purest and most beautiful springs that 

 I ever met with. It comes up into a little basin some six or 

 eight feet in diameter, by two or three in depth. The bot- 

 tom is of loose white sand which is all in commotion, by the 



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