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Canoeing to James Bay 
(Continued from page 457) 
it played hide and seek with us as we 
twisted and turned through the crooked 
channels, now appearing on the left, 
now on the right, and again disappear- 
ing for several minutes at a time, till 
we began to wonder whether we should 
not drift by on the wrong side of the 
island and find ourselves out at sea. 
But suddenly as we rounded a low 
point the whole settlement came into 
view, extending for half a mile along 
a high clay bank, and looking in the 
distance like a row of dolls’ houses. 
We floated slowly down the river look- 
ing for a good landing-place, passed 
the Revillon wharf where a schooner 
was being loaded for Attawapsakat, 
and finally ran in just below the Hud- 
son’s Bay Company’s store where we 
were given permission to camp in the 
clearing behind the Factor’s house. 
Our first care was to construct a cache 
six feet high to keep our grub out of 
reach of the dogs, for scarcely had we 
landed when they were upon us by the 
score, surrounding us in a circle which 
narrowed every time we looked away, 
and but for the fact that one of us 
|| kept constant guard over the duffle 
they would have torn our bags to 
pieces. When the cache was completed 
and the grub safe, we put up the tents, 
then set out on a tour of inspection. 
The “lay-out” at Fort Albany is not 
especially interesting. The buildings 
of the Revillon Company, all construct- 
ed on the same plan, are lined up in 
true French precision facing the river; 
those of the Hudson’s Bay Company 
face in different directions and seem, 
like Topsy, to have “just growed up.” 
This lack of formality, together with 
the red tin roofs, well cultivated gar- 
dens and high stockade, make the Eng- 
lish settlement more picturesque than 
the French. 
The two rows of Indian Teepees be- 
tween the “Main Street” and the river 
are, if possible, more patched and 
squalid than those of the English 
River Post. Suspended from poles 
were a number of beautiful woven 
rabbit-skin blankets quoted at $24 on 
a rising market, but a glance at the 
interior of one of the teepees from 
which they came, filled with straw, 
dogs, vermin and _ tuberculous. old 
squaws quickly quenched any desire to 
invest. 
Between the French and English 
Company’s settlements is the English 
Church, and at the east end of the 
clearing the Mission School of the 
Passionist Fathers. Whatever one’s 
religious convictions, one must admire 
the courage and self-sacrifice of these 
men and women who devote their lives 
in such obscure and isolated spots to 
the uplifting of an inferior race. 
We spent a day at Albany, resting 
and inspecting the sights, then in- 
quired about the route to Moose Fac- 
tory. The Factor and the clerks shook 
their heads dubiously. Had we ever 
been over the route and did we know 
the way? Did we realize the dangers 
of traveling in a canoe along the open 
ocean? Did we know that it was diffi- 
cult to obtain drinking water, and that 
often parties were drowned in the 
sudden storms or driven upon a bar 
where they were imprisoned for days 
at a time? They advised us by all 
means to give up the attempt and to 
return the way we came, but we had 
made up our minds to go on to Moose 
Factory, and Tom, like a good sport, 
was game. So about 9.30 P. M., pro- 
vided with a five-gallon pail of water 
and much advice, we headed down the 
river to catch the incoming tide at the 
point. One last word of warning the 
Factor gave us. “Remember that the 
shore is a mud flat over which the 
tide runs in and out three to five miles. 
Whatever you do, don’t get caught 
several miles out from shore on a 
falling tide, for before the next tide 
comes in twelve hours later, a heavy 
storm may blow up and you will be 
without protection of any kind.” 
We worked our way slowly down 
the river in the increasing darkness, 
and at about eleven o’clock noticed that 
the low shore line turned sharply to 
the south. We were on the Bay. The 
water suddenly became very shallow 
as we left the river channel, so we 
were forced to work out some distance 
from shore to avoid hitting the nu- 
merous rocks with which the mud flat 
was covered. I wish I could make you 
feel the uncanny sensation which we 
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