Rod and gun . It was here,particularly, that we witnessed thosewondrous displays of the aurora. Whennights mantle has fallen the earth andall its creatures may sleep, but not thenorthern sky. Far across the Arcticwastes the rolling columns are forming inspectral light. With tremulous brillian-cy the shifting glow weaves its fantasticforms. Palpitating incessantly in wavesand bars of wondrous colors, making the?kv luminous with pillars of smokelessfire, the noiseless phenomenon goes on ;billowings of color that fill the soul withawe, wondrous working of nature, mys-terious, unceasing, inexplica
Rod and gun . It was here,particularly, that we witnessed thosewondrous displays of the aurora. Whennights mantle has fallen the earth andall its creatures may sleep, but not thenorthern sky. Far across the Arcticwastes the rolling columns are forming inspectral light. With tremulous brillian-cy the shifting glow weaves its fantasticforms. Palpitating incessantly in wavesand bars of wondrous colors, making the?kv luminous with pillars of smokelessfire, the noiseless phenomenon goes on ;billowings of color that fill the soul withawe, wondrous working of nature, mys-terious, unceasing, inexplicable. Canothin and Philosophy. Upon the following morning before daybreak we were aroused by Father Bois-seau, a Catholic missionary who had al-ready travelled four hundred miles fromChurchill, on the west Coast of HudsonsBay, with four Indians, and had madea landing upon our sand point after adesperate battle with the sea. Althoughtheir canoe was a Peterborough, nearlythirty feet long, it proved unequal even. French Post on English River. under their skillful management to wea-ther the fury of the tossing waters. Likeus the} were anxious to reach MooseFactory, the dominie much desirous of ar-riving in time to take passage in a pack-et or large canoe due to leave Moose forthe railroad very shortly on the last tripof the season. For another twenty-fourhours our common start was delayed bythe storm and it was eleven oclock onthe morning of the fourth day when thepaddles were again gripping the seawaves. Nor was our progress destinedto be a satisfactory one that day. Thewaves were still running high and thewind after a short lull returned with thetide, making navigation again too dang-erous to risk. A sandy beach flanked bya thick growth of fir trees extending in-land an indefinite distance, some eightmiles from our previous camp, found usagain landing to await the pleasure offairer skies. This was indeed the coun-try where the pines grow gray, a little,in the biting wind. With the
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