
Missinaibe River just above Conjurer’s Falls 
Canoeing to James 
S the frontier line of civilization 
A advances, pushing the wilder- 
ness further and further into 
the North, it is becoming more and 
more difficult for the canoeist to find 
good trips in a genuinely wild country. 
For this reason the campers who read 
FOREST AND STREAM may be glad to 
learn of a remarkable trip seven hun- 
dred miles long, which for varied ex- 
perience, and thrill of adventure, is un- 
equaled by any other trip I have taken. 
Putting your canoe in the water at 
Pagua River, Ontario, a flag station on 
the Canadian National lines, north of 
Lake Superior, you follow the Pagua- 
chuan to the Kenogami or English 
River, past the English River Post, 
to the confluence of the English and 
Albany Rivers, and run down the 
Albany, northeast to Fort Albany, 
eight miles from the mouth. Then 
continuing to James Bay you skirt 
the shore in a southeasterly direc- 
tion to the mouth of the Moose 
River, past Moose Factory, so 
prominent three years ago at the 
time of the ill-fated voyage of the 
naval balloonists, and return to the 
railroad via the Abitibi, Mattagama 
or Missinaibe Rivers. 
TY companion, Captain B, and I 
were detained two days at Pa- 
River waiting for our worthy 
'e, Tom, who like many a good 
uin has his little failing. On the 
train, he had, as he rather shame- 
facedly confessed two days later, 
By H. R. HUBBARD 
“found a spring,’ evidently a copious 
one, for when he did appear, he was 
minus his gun and tobacco, and some- 
what the worse for wear. During our 
enforced delay the Captain and I were 
most courteously entertained by the 
Factor of the Revillon Fur Company 
and picked up much useful informa- 
tion concerning river travel. 
pes Paguachuan is well named 
“shallow river’; the water rises 
and falls inversely with the mercury 
column of the barometer. It is seldom 
navigable even for canoes after the 
first of August, but in July with fair 
water, travel both up and down stream 
Hudson Bay 

Here Is a 
Trip Fall 
of Thrills— 
Real 
Wilderness 
and 
Plenty 
of 
White Water 
Bay 
is easy. A few miles below the rail- 
road the river drops over a low lime- 
stone ledge, but as there are several 
breaks through which a canoe can 
readily pass, there is no danger of 
swamping. 
BEYOND the ledge the river flows 
swiftly over gravel bars and fifty- 
five miles below enters the English, a 
larger river, with alternating stretches 
of dead water and lively rips. The red 
clay banks, at first high and imposing, 
gradually become lower and the attrac- 
tive green bush is replaced by dreary 
wastes of burned country. 
English River Post, which we 
reached about two P. M. of the 
second day, is situated at a strat- 
egic point on the east bank of the 
river just at the junction of the 
English, Nagogami and Kabinago- 
gami Rivers. The grounds of the 
rival fur companies are well kept 
and the buildings clean and freshly 
painted, contrasting strangely with 
the squalor of the Indian settlement. 
EEPEES and cones of teepee 
poles set up without any attempt 
at alignment are interspersed with 
beds of straw and elevated caches to 
keep the food away from the rave- 
nous dogs. The whole camp is a 
bedlam of yelping pups, crying pa- 
pooses and chattering squaws. We 
remained at the post only long 
enough to deliver a message then 
continued down the river camping 
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