ACROSS THE SUB-ARCTICS OF CANADA 



houses where we had left our guides, and we continued our 

 course up the river. 



The next day, Sunday, we spent in camp at the foot of a 

 wild and beautiful cataract. The weather was warm, and 

 the black flies and mosquitos swarmed in the woods and 

 about camp so thickly that we could nowhere escape from 

 their ceaseless hum and dreaded bite. In this neighborhood 



CATARACT, STONE RIVER. 



they did not appear to have the customary respect for the 

 smudge. Dense smoke was made about camp, but the flies 

 only appeared to revel in it. 



At camp the men were variously employed. A fishing net 

 had been put out in an eddy at the foot of the rapids the 

 previous night, and when taken up in the morning some of 

 the finest fish I have ever seen were found in it. Two salmon 

 trout measured three feet one inch and three feet two inches 

 in length respectively, and the whitefish, of which there 



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