THE BIG SALMON AT MIDDLE 

 CAMP 



ALTHOUGH in the month of June it was 

 still spring, and the awakening of nature 

 could be observed on all sides as I walked 

 along the eight miles of river path between 

 New Derreen and Middle Camp. 



The light green leaves of the birch and 

 maple trees, and the dark foliage of spruce 

 and pine, made a delightful contrast of 

 colour, and the air was heavy with the scent 

 of the expanding buds of the balsam poplars. 



The wood grouse, though quite tame, 

 hustled their broods into the underbrush and 

 the red squirrels chattered and scolded as I 

 passed them by. 



Wherever a little sunlight could filter 

 through the thick foliage, the path was 

 fringed by the delicate pink blossoms of the 



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