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wide twists and turns until the opposite shore is 

 reached. Then follows a portage of one hundred and 

 twenty-five yards, and when we had carried over this 

 distance and dragged the boat over the skids, we en- 

 tered Three-Mile Lake, which was crossed against an- 

 other hard head wind. 



At the end of this lake was a portage of thirty feet, 

 which brought us to a winding brook. Launched on 

 this stream, we speedily found that it was the home of 

 many beavers. These industrious animals had no fewer 

 than five new dams across the stream in the length of 

 a mile, and there were, in addition, several old and 

 abandoned dams into the bargain. 



In going over these dams it was necessary to tear 

 their tops off before we could get the boat through. 

 While this was tedious work, yet it was nothing to 

 what we had to do on our return to surmount these 

 selfsame dams, which in the meantime the beavers had 

 repaired, because then it was all up-hill. 



From this beaver brook we ran into Swamp River, 

 and here, for the first time on this trip, we came in 

 touch with a glacial river, for the water is of a grayish, 

 clay-like color and is really the drainage from ice- 

 capped mountains. 



Two miles below, the river falls over a cataract sixty 

 feet high and we could hear its roaring distinctly, but 

 we hadn't the time to spare to paddle down to see it 

 and then force our way back again against the swift 



