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for the rest of the day. We were just up over the next 

 falls, when the imploring voices of the Missus and Spot 

 from the boat induced us to return. We at last decided 

 to take the former, but to relegate the latter to position 

 of watchman, and left him howling his spotted head off 

 at being deserted. 



As we fought the swift falls with paddle and pole, 

 we hardly had time to agree with the Missus that the 

 scenery was " remarkably exquisite," or exclamations 

 to that effect. She played with an occasional festive 

 fish, while we sweated and watched the shores for big 

 horns. Two miles of this cruising brought the clock 

 around to rest and lunch time. We landed at Arthur's 

 Ledges for that purpose. 



A lunch in the woods on the bank of a colourful stream 

 on a snappy October day is something to live for, especially 

 after a hard paddle up-river. As no game (outside of 

 a few " chickens ") showed up, after lunch we " shot " 

 the rapids and had a delightful coast downstream to the 

 boat. 



We found Spot on the job and shiveringly glad to see us. 



On account of the narrow stream and being literally 

 hemmed in with rocks, we decided not to try to turn the 

 motor-boat around, but to drop her downstream, stern 

 first one man fending her off the ledges with the long 

 pike-pole, and the other in the bow with a boat-hook 

 for the purpose of keeping her nose upstream and straight 

 with the current. Our plan worked out, and we navi- 

 gated stern first in this fashion for half a mile and touched 

 but one rock lightly on our way to deeper waters. Once 

 safely in the channel we gave her the power, and sailed 

 to the home camp without further adventure. 



This morning Spot went cruising all by himself. Ken 

 had started to get into the canoe, and consequently had 

 pushed her off until her bow rested gently on the bank. 



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