FOREST AND STREAM 
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Across The Heart of Newfoundland 
Story of A Journey Through a Fish and Game Region at the Front Door of Civilization But 
Hitherto Unexplored 
Narrative of a Trip by Raynal C. Bolling and Livingston E. Jones From the Journal of the Former. 
(Continued From May Forest and Stream.) 
This is the second installment of the interesting trip of Messrs. Bolling and Jones from Badger 
Station, west and south through the center of Newfoundland. The journey resulted in the discov¬ 
ery of quite a number of new lakes and much good hunting territory never before explored. The 
latter fact is more remarkable when we reflect that Newfoundland lies almost at the very doors 
of this country, and was the site of the first settlements from Europe. 
UESDAY, September 2d. Waked 
before dawn, still too stiff to 
care about going up on the 
lookout as planned. Got up 
just before daylight, stiff and 
sore, but felt we must see what 
was going on in this country 
early in the morning, so stuff¬ 
ing some bread, cheese and maple sugar in our 
pockets, we sallied forth. There was a heavy 
frost on the wet bog and bushes, and our feet 
were soaking wet in three minutes, making it 
cold squashy work. Reached the big lookout in 
about an hour. Saw a large fawn and dry doe 
and another doe with fawn still nursing; the 
latter passed within 50 yards of us. Laying 
down to the lee of some small bushes out of the 
wind, the rising sun shedding a cheerful warmth 
began to warm us. Taking off our bannigans 
and stockings, we wrung the water out and hung 
them up to dry. Lying there with bare feet, 
we thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful day, and 
soon fell asleep. Basked in the sunshine until 
9 '30, when the men came up from our camp on 
the other lake. Returned to our camp on the 
barrens and had breakfast of bacon, potatoes 
and tea. 
Started about 11 o’clock for a far ridge from 
which to get a nearer view of Maelpaeg, and if 
possible, discover the waterway to it. After 
traveling hard over all sorts of a country, rocky 
barrens, marshes and thick wooded hills, about 
2 p. m. we reached the Maelpaeg lookout. On 
this ridge, were poised some enormous glacier 
drop boulders. Saw Maelpaeg below us some 
six or seven miles distant bearing due south 
in the direct line we had followed all the way 
from the canoes. A long wooded island-dotted 
lake, bearing east northeast by west southwest, 
apparently twenty miles in length, with high bar¬ 
rens beyond it or on the eastern side, and a string 
01 lakes northwest of it, through which we hoped 
to reach it after packing the canoes up Fourth 
Lake to Lake A. 
The men, as a result of their circle the prev¬ 
ious afternoon, reported a chain of small lakes 
with some of the waters draining to Maelpaeg, 
but the waters coming into Fourth Lake bear 
too far westward and are impassable above 
Fourth Lake on account of running through a 
heavily wooded narrow valley where there is a 
A Heavy Pull For Camp. 
procession of rapids and falls, one of which 
has a sheer drop of at least 50 feet. Started 
back at 2 130 p. m., after boiling up some tea and 
eating some of Gillett’s biscuit, in which he had 
happily sprinkled raisins plentifully. Working 
through tangled woods growing over moss-cov¬ 
ered boulder heaps, it was out of the question to 
make good time, but it was here that we saw 
where the two men had come along in the winter 
six years before. The bushes in several places 
were cut down to make a path for the sled, and 
it could be seen how deep the snow was from 
the distance the bushes were cut off above the 
ground. 
As Bolling was working his way through a 
piece of woods, he put his hand against a tree 
trunk, felt it give slightly, but did not look up to 
notice its height even when there was a crack¬ 
ling behind him, and the next minute was nearly 
knocked down by a dead stump twenty feet high 
and twelve inches in diameter which struck him 
a glancing blow on the head. Had it hit square 
it would have been more serious than a sore 
jaw and shoulders. 
I developed a sore heel from badly fitting 
leather boots and found traveling painful until 
I cut the tops off, which are useless and tiring 
things in this country, and after dressing the 
heel with fresh balsam sap, squeezed from a 
bark blister, went on with more comfort. Got 
back to camp at 6:15, having been more or less 
on the move since 5130 and having covered many 
miles of the roughest country on earth. 
September 3d. The order of the day was to 
chop out a trail from the head of Fourth Lake, 
where the canoes were, to Lake A up on the 
barrens. This trail went through the alders at 
the head of Fourth Lake on the south side of 
the inlet, then west by south up through the 
woods and marshy barrens over to Lake A. We 
cut out this trail and packed over one canoe 
and four loads and got the rest of the stuff half 
way, and it was a full day’s work. 
September 4th. Turned out in good season to 
get in another full day. The canoes were not 
featherweights, but heavy eighteen feet boats, 
several years old, patched and thoroughly water 
soaked, too heavy for one man to carry over a 
trail partly boggy and the rest steep wooded 
hills. The men went back to bring over the sec¬ 
ond canoe. Bolling was busy bringing over the 
packs that had been brought half way the day 
before while I, somewhat stiff from the previous 
day’s jaunt, paddled the canoe that we brough. 
over before to our side , camp at the other en 3 
of Lake A from where our portage came across 
to pack up all our belongings there, leaving only 
a brass air pump which we had brought to in¬ 
flate our pneumatic beds, but now discovered we 
could blow up more easily and with less effort 
by the pump Nature provides us with. 
By noon, all our equipment was up the Lake 
A end of the portage. We at once crossed over 
the lake and had lunch on the southerly side. 
From here, we packed south three-quarters of a 
mile across a barren to a small chain of ponds, 
the largest of which was a quarter of a mile long 
ar the lower end of the chain. From there, 
packed 300 yards to Lake B, still southerly. This 
lake is about one mile east and we t by a mile 
north and south. Crossed it and camped on a 
high bank on the southerly side behind a little 
fringe of spruce. A large part of the effort of 
