DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



two above Nepigon village, is a small Indian 

 settlement with a few clearings, sparsely culti- 

 vated, savage gashes on the landscape and de- 

 tracting somewhat from the original beauty 

 of that part of the river; but north of Camp 

 Alexandra the thread of civilization is quite 

 slender, in fact, snapped asunder, and aside 

 from the angler's camping places, there arc 

 few indications of man's encroachments. 



Northbound, the first halt is usually made 

 at Camp Alexandra, twelve miles above the 

 outlet of Lake Helen and opposite the be- 

 ginning of the long portage of two and a half 

 miles on the west side. Camp Alexandra is 

 on a prominent point at an abrupt curve of 

 the river. The first rapids of any consequence 

 are here, and one may catch trout of a pound 

 or larger, though the finest fishing near this 

 camp is a mile or more upstream at the foot 

 of Cameron Rapids, which means an easy 

 tramp with one slight climb of a few rods. 



You have doubtless read Southey's poem, 

 u The Cataract of Lodore," with its wealth 

 of words descriptive of water in motion. 



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