Two Days on the Batchawana. 
Concluded from page 579. 
The next morning Philip—for a wonder—was 
up by daylight. Rousing Ed, he persuaded him 
to go up to the falls to try to beguile some un¬ 
wary trout. This was one time, however, that 
the trout showed better sense than the fisher¬ 
man, for they refused to rise so early. 
Six o’clock was early enough for Grandpa, 
and the Commodore slept peacefully. on until 
called for breakfast at seven, by which time 
Philip and Ed had returned, pretty well chilled 
by the mist and fog that hung over the falls. 
and stranded by the falling waters, show what 
this river is in its might. Great clefts in the 
rocks with water at the bottom show where the 
torrent rages when at its height. 
We did not have time to spare to enjoy the 
sights of the first fall, though its beauties and 
wildness always are new, no matter how many 
times one visits it. 
We passed on up the right bank of the river, 
following a blind trail, climbing high hills and 
through deep ravines for about two miles, when 
we decided we were high enough up to be above 
the upper falls. The hills were nearly high and 
precipitous enough to reach the dignity of 
the canon. This is what we did, after spending 
some time in admiring the wild and beautiful 
scenery and allowing Philip and the Professor 
time to photograph the different views. 
The climb out of the canon is a hard one of 
several hundred feet before reaching the crests 
of the high hills. Then the going is very rough 
and hard, for there are numerous deep gulches 
and ravines to climb in and out of. To escape 
these, we struck back into the forest, not a 
safe thing to do if without a guide or if one has 
not a good sense of direction, for when once 
away from the river, the dense primeval forest 
is a good place to get lost in. We headed some 
Middle Falls. 
SCENES ON THE BATCHAWANA RIVER. 
The Rough Water of the First Fall. 
After breakfast the Commodore decided he 
had seen all of the upper falls he wanted, and he 
thought he would go down the river and try 
sundry likely pools that he knew of. Ed said 
he had seen all he wanted also, but he would 
make a martyr of himself and guide the others. 
So leaving the Indians to keep camp, the others 
started up the river for the falls. 
The first, or if the one below is counted, the 
middle falls of the Batchawana are well worth 
a visit, and if one has time, there is much good 
trout fishing there. We did not have time the 
morning in question, but on other trips have 
t<.ken many large and beautiful trout out of the 
pools and rapids at these falls. The river de¬ 
scends over the rocks in many channels, but the 
greatest volume of water comes over in one 
place, with a sheer jump of about thirty feet. 
In August, the time we generally visit the 
Batchawana, the water is at its lowest;,, but 
there are signs enough to show that when the 
spring freshets are on, that here is a mighty 
waterfall and one that in its power, volume and 
extent is grand. Great boulders as large as 
small houses, immense trees and logs left bare 
mountains, and after we had climbed down one 
and up another, we concluded they have reached 
that dignity. 
We were well up the canon, and to reach the 
river, we climbed down over the rocks and 
through the thick timber for several hundred 
feet, the sides of the canon being so steep in 
places that we had to cling to the brush and 
roots of the trees. Finally we arrived at the 
bottom, a short distance above the falls, among 
the boulders and rapids. We rigged up our 
rods and made a few casts, finding there were 
trout to be had. Walking and climbing down 
over the rocks, we came to the upper fall, 
where the river was confined within much 
narrower walls than at the first fall. The 
volume of water at the main fall -was about the 
same as the main fall below, and the drop about 
the same, but the canon was much more ex¬ 
tensive and wider. After the water goes over 
the main fall it flows swiftly through rocky 
walls. It is possible to climb down below the 
falls for a short distance, and then the walls of 
the canon shut in. As the water is too deep 
and rough to wade, one must climb out of 
of the gulches, and after treveling quite a 
distance, Ed claimed we were not getting back 
to the river as we expected to, for we counted 
on a bend in it. Ed’s compass showed we were 
not going right, so we turned and made to¬ 
ward Hie river again, and finding we were be¬ 
low the worst part of the canon, climbed down 
again to the river, as Philip said he preferred 
the going over the rocks to that in the tangled 
forest and he could at least see something. 
When, we finally reached the river bed we found 
we were only a half mile or so above the 
middle falls. 
Philip was pretty well “bushed,” his early 
rising, the climbing in and out of the canon and 
the fact that he drank a quantity of the cold 
water of the stream had been too much for him, 
so he and Ed decided to rest a little, while 
Grandpa continued down to the falls, to try 
for trout. It was getting late in the morning 
and the trout did not rise well, so when the 
rest came along, there was not any great catch 
for him to show/ We arrived at camp at one 
o'clock, after a rather strenuous morning. We 
had lunch, and as we had made miscalculations 
