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the river during the past six or seven weeks of 

 the run. Except in three or four of the pools 

 below, there were none but the stragglers, and as 

 they could not, of course, go up those perpendicular 

 falls it was evident that they must be somewhere 

 near by. Perhaps they were, but though we fished 

 persistently for several days we only caught a 

 couple of small ones, and saw or heard the jumps 

 of half a dozen or so. Neither could we discover 

 their whereabouts by paddling or drifting over the 

 lagoon when the water was shallow enough to 

 allow the bottom to be clearly seen. It is, of course, 

 quite possible that the fish were in the very deep 

 pools below the falls, waiting for conditions to be 

 entirely satisfactory for spawning. 



I was very anxious to see something of the 

 caribou and their life during the summer ; hitherto 

 all my experience of them was confined to the 

 autumn migration. Some days were therefore 

 spent among the magnificent hills above where we 

 had camped. This upper region reminded me very 

 much of the English lake district, the marvellous 

 lakes and streams, and the great rugged rock- 

 strewn hills losing their summits in the shifting 

 mists. The few caribou we saw proved to be very 

 shy, and at no time was I able to approach them 

 near enough for the limitations of the camera. 

 Meat was needed as fish was so scarce, and also we 

 wanted some material that would render the canoe 

 watertight and strong enough to withstand the 

 rough usage she was bound to sustain during the 

 return trip. The conditions were daily getting 

 worse ; no rain having fallen for several days, the 



