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note of one fish-hawk, somewhat like that of a pigeon- 
woodpecker, and soon after saw him perched near the 
top of a dead white-pine against the island where we 
had first camped, while a company of peetweets were 
twittering and teetering about over the carcass of a 
moose on a low sandy spit just beneath. We drove the 
fish-hawk from perch to perch, each time eliciting a 
scream or whistle, for many miles before us. Our 
course being up-stream, we were obliged to work much 
harder than before, and had frequent use for a pole. 
Sometimes all three of us paddled together, standing 
up, small and heavily laden as the canoe was. About 
six miles from Moosehead, we began to see the moun¬ 
tains east of the north end of the lake, and at four 
o’clock we reached the carry. 
The Indians were still encamped here. There were 
three, including the St. Francis Indian who had come 
in the steamer with us. One of the others was called 
Sabattis. Joe and the St. Francis Indian were plainly 
clear Indian, the other two apparently mixed Indian and 
white; but the difference was confined to their features 
and complexions, for all that I could see. We here 
cooked the tongue of the moose for supper, — having 
left the nose, which is esteemed the choicest part, at 
Chesuncook, boiling, it being a good deal of trouble to 
prepare it. We also stewed our tree-cranberries, ( Vi¬ 
burnum opulus ,) sweetening them with sugar. The 
lumberers sometimes cook them with molasses. They 
were used in Arnold’s expedition. This sauce was very 
grateful to us who had been confined to hard bread, 
pork, and moose-meat, and, notwithstanding their seeds, 
we all three pronounced them equal to the common 
cranberry; but perhaps some allowance is to be made 
