The Land of the Winanishe 



to lop over the gunwale. " Un animal 

 d'un tourniquet," he says, pointing to the 

 funnel-shaped whirl swiftly gyrating down 

 stream, the air-bubbles hissing through 

 the yellow water like the bead in a glass 

 of champagne. We are nearly half a 

 mile down when the canoe swings with 

 a sharp shock into the up-eddy on the 

 opposite shore. 



" C'est la place de peche, Monsieur," 

 says Narcisse, easing off the grip of his 

 teeth on his pipe ; and Joseph, having fin- 

 ished drinking out of the rim of his hat, 

 remarks that " on a coutume de prendre 

 des grosses ici." Winanishe, like trout, 

 are of the fair sex in French, and are 

 roughly classified into " petites," "belles," 

 and " grosses." 



This is the famous " Remou de Caron," 

 or Caron's Eddy. The big white waves 

 surging round the rocky island, which 

 later on will become a point covered with 

 bushes, are the tail of the Caron Rapid, 

 a crooked and dangerous one, because of 

 the height of its waves and the size of its 

 tourniquets or whirlpools, which suck down 

 sawlogs as if they were chips, casting 

 them up a couple of hundred yards farther 

 down, to be caught in the eddies and 

 swept again and again through the wild 



