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L E S S E R S L A V E R I V E R A N D L A K E 49
stories were happily followed by an hour or two of song and
pleasantry i n M r . McKenna's tent, ending i n " A n l d Lang
Syne " and " God Save the Queen." It was a unique occasion
i n which to wind up so laborious a day; and our camp
itself was unique— on a lofty bluff overlooking the confluence
of the Saulteau River with the Lesser Slave— a bold
and beautiful spot, the woods at the angle of the two rivers,
down to the water's edge, showing l i k e a gigantic V , as clean-cut
as i f done by a pair of colossal shears.
Next morning rowing took the place of poling and tracki
n g for a time, and, presently, the great range of lofty hills
called, to our right, the Moose Watchi, and to our left, the
Tuskanatchi— the Moose and Raspberry Mountains— loomed
i n the distance. Here, and when only a few miles from the
lake, a Y o r k boat came tearing down stream full of lithe,
young half- breed trackers— our long- expected assistants from
the Hudson's B a y Company's post, and whom we would have
welcomed much more warmly had they come sooner, for we
had l i t t le but the lake now to ascend, up which a f a i r breeze
would carry us i n a single night.
Doubtless it would have done so i f it had come; but the
same head- winds and storms which had thwarted us from the
first dogged us s t i l l . We had camped near the month of
Muskeg Creek, a good- sized stream, and evidently the cause
hitherto of the Lesser Slave's r i c h chocolate colour; for, above
the forks, the latter took its hue from the lake, but with a
yellowish tinge still. From this point the river was very
crooked, and lined by great hay meadows of luxuriant
growth. Skirting these, reinforced as we were, we soon
pulled up to the foot of the lake, where stood a Hudson's
Bay Company's solitary storehouse. There some change of
lading was made, i n order to reach " the Island," some seven
miles up, and the only one i n the lake, sails being hoisted for
the first time to an almost imperceptible wind.
The island, where we were to camp simply for the night—
as we fondly thought— was found to be a sprawling jumble
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| OCR | L E S S E R S L A V E R I V E R A N D L A K E 49 stories were happily followed by an hour or two of song and pleasantry i n M r . McKenna's tent, ending i n " A n l d Lang Syne " and " God Save the Queen." It was a unique occasion i n which to wind up so laborious a day; and our camp itself was unique— on a lofty bluff overlooking the confluence of the Saulteau River with the Lesser Slave— a bold and beautiful spot, the woods at the angle of the two rivers, down to the water's edge, showing l i k e a gigantic V , as clean-cut as i f done by a pair of colossal shears. Next morning rowing took the place of poling and tracki n g for a time, and, presently, the great range of lofty hills called, to our right, the Moose Watchi, and to our left, the Tuskanatchi— the Moose and Raspberry Mountains— loomed i n the distance. Here, and when only a few miles from the lake, a Y o r k boat came tearing down stream full of lithe, young half- breed trackers— our long- expected assistants from the Hudson's B a y Company's post, and whom we would have welcomed much more warmly had they come sooner, for we had l i t t le but the lake now to ascend, up which a f a i r breeze would carry us i n a single night. Doubtless it would have done so i f it had come; but the same head- winds and storms which had thwarted us from the first dogged us s t i l l . We had camped near the month of Muskeg Creek, a good- sized stream, and evidently the cause hitherto of the Lesser Slave's r i c h chocolate colour; for, above the forks, the latter took its hue from the lake, but with a yellowish tinge still. From this point the river was very crooked, and lined by great hay meadows of luxuriant growth. Skirting these, reinforced as we were, we soon pulled up to the foot of the lake, where stood a Hudson's Bay Company's solitary storehouse. There some change of lading was made, i n order to reach " the Island," some seven miles up, and the only one i n the lake, sails being hoisted for the first time to an almost imperceptible wind. The island, where we were to camp simply for the night— as we fondly thought— was found to be a sprawling jumble 4 |
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