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VOL. LXXXV 
JULY, 1915 
No. 7 
Up The Peribonca To Tchitagama And Manouan 
A Canoe Trip Through the Wild Country North of Lake St. John, Quebec—The Indians Have Followed 
This Route for Many Years, but few White Sportsmen Have Tackled it 
man took the reins. “ Where the voiture for 
us?” we inquired. Half a dozen benevolent 
persons promptly offered to assist us for prices 
running from seven dollars up. The wagoner 
indicated perhaps the least tottery conveyance, 
and said we might take that. 
“Vous payee pour nous?" 0, non, non, not a 
bit of it! That was our concern. He had prom¬ 
ised to transport the out¬ 
fit only. 
We doubted, but our 
chances in argument were 
pretty poor. The owner 
of the carriage pointed 
out approached eagerly 
with a seven-dollar offer. 
We shrugged our shoul¬ 
ders and smiled. That 
jerked him down to five. 
J- pointed significantly 
up the road and tugged 
W-- by the sleeve. No 
reduction. We motioned 
our wagon to proceed 
and set off ourselves at 
a good pace. It was a 
bald-faced bluff; nobody 
walks fourteen sandy 
miles in moccasins the 
first day he has them on. 
Besides, it was now rain¬ 
ing dismally. Howls from 
behind. Four dollars men¬ 
tioned. Competition in the 
A Placid Stretch After Strenuous Rapids. 
By John M. Maguire. 
eight. A ■'.tiff breeze was blowing down the 
Saguenay. We tried the canoe instead of 
the ferry and had a tough pull against wind, 
wave and current. Our charioteer rushed 
along the wharf to meet us. So did half 
the population of Ste. Anne. It was most 
embarrassing. We heaped canoe and duffle 
on the wagon in a wild effort to escape. Our 
Chicoutimi 
o’clock, July 27 , of a 
cold, cloudy morning. 
Since the first stage of 
our journey was to be by 
road, we at once locked 
horns with the gentleman 
who had an amazingly 
rickety cab at the landing. 
He would take us to Lac 
Claire—but it was a long 
way—fourteen miles—ten 
dollars. 
Had he a wagon in 
which to carry the canoe 
and outfit? 
O, Oui! there was une 
autre voiture of his across 
the river at Ste. Anne. 
We haggled the price 
down to five dollars and 
engaged to meet our 
friend on the other side 
at nine o’clock. 
By the time we had 
bought our supplies and 
breakfasted it was after 
. WILLIAM B. CABOT sug¬ 
gested this trip to J- as an 
easy-going affair, suitable to 
novices. Hence the following 
account, couched mainly in the 
vernacular, but to some extent 
in Anglo-maniac French. 
We tumbled off the boat at 
about five 
