218 Fisurvg is AMERICAN WATERS. 
OUR START UP THE ST. JOHN. 
After breakfasting bountifully we repaired to our canoes, 
where we found our baggage stowed appropriately, and were 
invited to take seats on the bottom and in the centre of the 
canoes, our four willing guides manning the bow and stern 
of each canoe with paddles, iron-pointed setting-poles, and a 
long rope attached to each bow for towing us up the rapids 
along the shores, which they call “cordeliering.” On the fir- 
brush flakes, which bordered the shore and covered acres, 
were strewn codfish to dry, whose fragrant aroma seemed to 
threaten even the black flies. The water was enlivened by 
thousands of sea-trout, foraging in every direction and leap- 
ing after flies. But we bade the last signs of human abode 
adieu, and started up the river, through deep mountain gorges 
of rock, whose summits were sparsely covered with small fir- 
trees. It was a pleasant morning in June, and we had not 
gone far before our Canadian guides began to chant, without 
regard to the time of day, their favorite river music of 
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