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very cold stream enters the river. Just by the mouth 

 of this, we lay to, to secure a breakfast of trout. We 

 caught, as fast as we could throw, an abundant supply, 

 and we stopped. Further down the river still, is what 

 is known as the "flood- wood," a Red river raft in 

 miniature. In a short bend in the stream, where the 

 water is deep and sluggish, an immense quantity of 

 trees and old logs, and all manner of driftwood, dams 

 up the current, piled above the surface in all manner 

 of shapes, and extending to unknown depths below, 

 through which the river finds its way as through a 

 great sieve. Over this "flood- wood," a distance of 

 some forty or fifty rods, our canoe had to be drawn. 

 It was six o'clock when we reached Tupper's Lake, of 

 a calm, warm evening. . Our shantee was soon built, 

 ani our smudge going, and before the twilight had 

 fadeO into the darkness of night, two weary men 

 might have been seen out there, on the margin of 

 Tupper's Lake, in a shantee built of brush, and a 

 dense smudge near their feet, fast asleep on a bed of 

 hemlock boughs, with a by np means handsome dog, 

 as a faithful watcher over them. It is wonderful how 

 sound and sweet a tired man will sleep on his bed of 



boughs, off there, in the clear pure air of the Shatageo 



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