igon River Fishing 



of inlet and outflow. These five daugh- 

 ters of the wilderness are prettily named 

 Blanche, Emma, Maria, Jessie, and Helen. 

 Tradition fails to tell precisely what ladies 

 of the lakes lent to these lakes of the ladies 

 their dainty distinction. 



Some of the chutes of the Nepigon, as 

 those that perpetually weave and tear to 

 pieces Cameron's and Hamilton's Pools, 

 and the thundering outrush of Lake Em- 

 ma, are unapproachable by keels risking 

 either upward or downward progress. 

 Others, like the great rapid at Camp 

 Minor, pulsing convulsed with the last 

 water-spasm of Virgin Falls, a mile above 

 it, may safely sweep the birch as it leaps 

 skirting down one edge, taking dashes of 

 foam inboard ; but they roll with a weight 

 and power that bar return. Right through 

 the mighty sluice, in the middle of some 

 of them, the canoe may drive at a mile 

 a minute without dimpling the liquid 

 mirror, but must creep back by hand-grips 

 of poles close to shore. At other reaches, 

 the river, just doubting whether it shall 

 burst into a rapid, courses bold and strong 

 in curling ripples, all on the point of dash- 

 ing into foam, four or five feet deep across 

 its whole breadth, over an even bottom 

 of stones, more than pebbles and less than 



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