. Rod and gun. s of anger they will give vent to a mixtureipf oaths in French, English, and Cree. .\t other times their conversatfon iswholly in theirown language. The Indian,like St. Patrickwith the snakes,has forevers w o r n venge-ance on thehornet and allhis kind. In allmy dealingswith the duskyred men, I cannot recall asingle timew hen the ywould pass anest of hornetsw i t h o u t des-troving it. Just belowTodds Crossingwe had a thrill-ing anxiousto learn some-t h i n p; of thecondition of theriver, we inquired of a half-breed at the settlement, who assuredus, in the most
. Rod and gun. s of anger they will give vent to a mixtureipf oaths in French, English, and Cree. .\t other times their conversatfon iswholly in theirown language. The Indian,like St. Patrickwith the snakes,has forevers w o r n venge-ance on thehornet and allhis kind. In allmy dealingswith the duskyred men, I cannot recall asingle timew hen the ywould pass anest of hornetsw i t h o u t des-troving it. Just belowTodds Crossingwe had a thrill-ing anxiousto learn some-t h i n p; of thecondition of theriver, we inquired of a half-breed at the settlement, who assuredus, in the most friendly manner, that we would meet with no dif-ficulty, that the river was free from rapids and waterfalls, andthat there wa,s ntithing at all to impede our progress. This wasindeed good news, and feeling greatly relieved, we proceededat once, with light liearts. to make the best of our time, andtravel, if possible, another ten miles before nightfall. Wehad gone between two and three miles on our way, when we. PA TCHING THE OLD CANOE A bircli-bark canoe is fragile, and part of the regular routine of a Laurentian wilderness tripis fixing the canoe. The photograph reproduced atx)ve was talcen by the shore of Oster-boiiiing ]ie iKippewa. Quebec, in October. 1900. Rod and Gun in Canada reached a place where the river widened out, and swept intowards the left bank, which was void of timber, and tliirtvfeet or so ab<ive tlie river. On the right was a pebble beach,and beyond that a cluster of trees. .Si quiet and apparentlyforsaken was the place that we did not suspect danjier. Butthere was danger enough, for the canoe, that was glidingrapidly along,, suddenly ran its bow high on the concealedpoles of a tisli trap, and the lowered stern began to fill withwater. As quick as thought I sprang into the water and sup-ported the sinking end, while my brother hauled the canoe onshore. Attracted by the sound of voices, we looked up, to seea party of six mounted Indians, who, to our su
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