DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



The river from Island Portage to Virgin 

 Falls presents an ever-varying panorama. 

 Never monotonous, replete with surprises of 

 life and swift currents, it doubles, twists and 

 somersaults, nosing in every direction even 

 upstream, having all the erratic movements 

 of the knight on a chess-board north, south, 

 east, west and intermediate points, each suc- 

 ceeding turn having its individual charms con- 

 stantly presenting themselves to your de- 

 lighted eye. 



In places the shores are precipitous, though 

 for the greater distance the banks ascend 

 gradually, and are densely covered with pine, 

 spruce, tamarack, poplar, white birch and 

 scrub cedars, and indented with numerous 

 bays. While not grand nor sublime, it is 

 superbly beautiful, pleasant and companion- 

 able, liberal to a fault, and all unforgettable. 



At Virgin Falls, the outlet of Lake Nep- 

 igon, the river springs into life with a very 

 successful hop, skip and jump. The lake, 

 lavish in her gifts to the river, has bestowed 

 a goodly flow of water with which to embark 

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