The Land of the U'inanishe 



carry us where the alert canoemen may 

 rest a while ; and, as they gently paddle, 

 the song naturally breaks out : - 



" Canot d'corce qui vole, vole, 

 Canot cTecorce qui volerait. 11 



Here one canoe turns back ; the other 

 goes on until at La Dalle the Riviere des 

 Aulnets falls in a pretty cascade down the 

 precipitous bank of a little cove. On its 

 farther side we land ; for just below is Le 

 Grand Remou, into whose white waters 

 no one willingly enters. We climb the 

 hill to the home of the canoemen, and 

 while the women prepare us a welcome 

 meal the quatre roue and the charrette are 

 got ready; for over the six-mile portage 

 the canoe and its burden can ride on a 

 good road, beside which farmhouses are 

 frequent. Below us lies the Great Eddy ; 

 but the Decharge soon curves away from 

 us, while in the distance on the other bank 

 we see the cascades of the Riviere Au 

 Sable, one of the outlets of Lape Ken- 

 ogami. When the sound of falling water 

 comes up through the thick forest, we 

 alight, and take a descending path through 

 a pretty evergreen wood, and find ourselves 

 again at the waterside where the River 

 Shipshaw enters. " Shipshaw," as Joseph 

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