DAYS WITH THE LAND-LOCKED SALMON. 



Lake St. John The Voyage from Liverpool Birch-bark Canoes My two 

 French Canadians Start from the H.B. Post A lonely Hamlet 

 Peribonca Biver Fighting the Gnats Grand Discharge Camp on an 

 Island Fishing for Land-locked Salmon A Gale Lake Kenogami 

 Black Flies Chicoutimi Trout at the Mouth of the Saguenay 

 Tadousac White Porpoises. 



A PLEASANT week was passed in June with the 

 Hudson Bay Company's officer at the post on Lake 

 St. John, and then I started in a canoe, with two half- 

 breeds, for a spin of fifty miles around this inland 

 sea. I had ample time to dispose of, while waiting 

 for some friends, and this was the programme that 

 naturally first suggested itself. I had photographed, 

 from every possible point of view, the inert relicts of 

 the Montagnais tribe, who were camped alongside 

 the " store," before starting on my voyage of circum- 

 navigation. There was absolutely nothing else to do, 

 for it is a wearisome, monotonous country, this north- 

 ern portion of Quebec Province, with wild sombre 

 flats and vast forests that stretch away in every 

 direction, dense, impervious, gloomy, and oppressive. 



This lake, however, of St. John is a very remarkable 

 one, almost perfectly circular, containing a vast body 

 of water, and in shape like a saucer. The Peribonca, 

 the Mistassini, the Ashaupmouchouan, and other rivers, 

 converge into this reservoir, which empties itself into 

 the Gulf of St. Lawrence under the name of the Sague- 



