FISH : THEIR HABITS AND HAUNTS. QI 



through pastures was soon passed ; we en 

 tered the woods' road, and although it was 

 early morning the fog made it very dark. 

 Pen could not, tell its roughness ; but 

 bruised bones and tired nerves were a 

 forcible language. Glad were we to see our 

 friends, and in canoes. They soon landed, 

 and were formally introduced to our Indian 

 friends (for so they proved to be). A nice 

 dinner in the open air was speedily got for 

 us, of which we were glad to partake. The 

 Indians soon built a fire in the cleft of a 

 rock, and made delicious coffee, which from 

 the tin dipper tasted like nectar. Also we 

 had corned beef, hard-bread, and a four-pound 

 salmon caught by trolling on the passage 

 down. After bidding our driver good-by, 

 we stepped into the canoes for our first ride. 

 How delightful we found them after our 

 hard ride in the cart ! It was like a cradle, 

 so quiet and so restful to our tired nerves. 

 After an hour's paddling we reached the 



