The Land of the Winanishe 



old man send us to the bridge ? To ingulf 

 us, gentlemen. I assure you, gentlemen, 

 it was such as he who crucified our Lord." 

 Instead of the expected angry remon- 

 strances, we received a warm welcome 

 from M. M- , who claimed acquaint- 

 ance with the advocate, on the strength of 

 an altercation about a fishing-license some 

 eight or ten years before. Some parish 

 politics were discussed; but our names were 

 not on the voting-list, and we were soon 

 bidden good-day. But we were already 

 descending the Petite Decharge within 

 hearing of its roar, and soon we had come 

 into the village, had spoken with some 

 of the handsome black-eyed boys, one of 

 whom assured us that " les ouinaniches 

 sautent," and had called on the postmaster. 

 Two miles farther brought us opposite to 

 the great Vache Caille Eddy, across which, 

 on the point of Alma Island, stands the 

 end of our journey, Alma Lodge, the home 

 of the Saguenay Club, a well-built log 

 house, with all that is necessary to the 

 comfort of a real angler, and free from 

 the vexatious non-essentials of " fancy >: 

 sporting-clubs. A signal brought a canoe, 

 and we were presently safely across before 

 daylight had gone. We had been twelve 

 hours in doing thirty-five miles ; but then, 



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