CHAPTER VI 



HUNTING ON THE UPPER GANDER AND RETURN TO GLENWOOD 



My water babies both worked hard that night, Bob attending 

 to the head skins and Sandy cleaning the skulls, so that 

 next day we were able to make an extended expedition to 

 the unexplored country to the south. About an hour's 

 walk brought us to the summit, and the weather being 

 delightfully warm and clear, we could see some ten miles 

 in every direction. To the west a long silver streak 

 embayed in forest disclosed a lake about four miles long 

 running north and south, but whether Little Gull River 

 flows through and out of this sheet of water I am unable 

 to say, as I had no time to follow the river, which at its 

 junction with the Gander is fully as large as the more 

 important stream.^ Beyond Little Gull River, and to the 

 north, the country was once more blind and dense, which 

 was something in the nature of a disappointment, as we 

 had hoped to find it similar in character to our present 

 surroundings. On reaching the summit of the southern hills, 

 over which large numbers of female caribou had recently 

 passed, we came within view of typical Newfoundland high 

 ground scenery — an endless succession of small and large 

 lakes, marshes, and scattered timber, all of which pointed 

 east and west. The climb to the summit had entailed some 

 exertion, though the going was good, so we sat and admired 



' I afterwards found that the lake, which I named, was joined to the Little Gull 

 by a brook. 



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