Nepigon River Fishing 



Then, after a drenching like a water-cure, 

 comes at night a wet camp and a sitzbath. 

 Then one knows how much more beauti- 

 ful sunshine is in the wilderness than in 

 the town. If it is fair, after a leisurely 

 dinner the boat can be easily pushed on 

 a mile or two farther, and hauled up at 

 nightfall on one of the islets just inside 

 Lake Jessie for a clean camping-spot need- 

 ing no clearing. 



The third day begins with a stiff bit 

 of poling through Bashewana Rapids, the 

 belt joining Lake Jessie with her upper 

 sister, Lake Maria. This water is well 

 tilled with fish, though seldom over three 

 pounds, and having the peculiarity of very 

 yellow flesh. Rounded knobs of reddish 

 granite here meet the river, covered with 

 dense berry-bushes and debris of burnt 

 forest. Square blocks of basalt, the steep 

 talus splintered by frost from lofty walls, 

 again edge the river above, where it rolls 

 wedged between the cliffs of Split Rock. 

 It comes down to this pass by a double 

 leap, a mile above, through two channels 

 of dashing cascades, prisoning between 

 them a narrow ledge, giving safe foothold 

 for climbing from the eddy below to the 

 eddy above. 



The hard work of three carries, includ- 



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