CHAPTER V 



TO KOSKACODDE 



SEPTEMBER 5th was a lovely morning, not 

 a breath of wind and a cloudless sky, so differ- 

 ent from yesterday. Getting away at 9.30 we 

 made a good four miles an hour, reaching our 

 camping ground at the west end of the lake at 

 11.30. Steve, Joe and I were in the big canoe 

 and John, a fine boatman, in the small canoe 

 which skirted the shores of the lake. We 

 disturbed a small stag which was feeding along 

 the shore and which at once disappeared in 

 the woods. The camp was simply perfect, 

 fairly open yet with sufficient shelter from the 

 surrounding woods. Behind it rose a hill about 

 100 feet high, a fine look-out over the entire 

 country. The tents were pitched on a spur of 

 land just where the Baie du Nord River, or 

 rather its head- waters, left the lake in a tumbling 

 torrent with intervening deep pools, an ideal 

 salmon river to look at, but unfortunately no 

 salmon can pass Smoky Falls, many miles away 

 to the south of Lake Meddonagonax. 



I had caught two trout crossing the lake^ 



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