Sport in Vancouver and Newfoundland . STEVE SPYING. SANDY POND. CAMP, WEST KND SANDY POND [To face page 217. CHAPTER V TO KOSKACODDE September 5th was a lovely morning, nota breath of wind and a cloudless sky, so differ-ent from yesterday. Getting away at wemade a good four miles an hour, reaching ourcamping ground at the west end of the lake Steve, Joe and I were in the big canoeand John, a fine boatman, in the small canoewhich skirted the shores of the lake. Wedisturbed a small stag which was feeding alongthe shore and which at once disappeared inthe woods. The camp was simply
Sport in Vancouver and Newfoundland . STEVE SPYING. SANDY POND. CAMP, WEST KND SANDY POND [To face page 217. CHAPTER V TO KOSKACODDE September 5th was a lovely morning, nota breath of wind and a cloudless sky, so differ-ent from yesterday. Getting away at wemade a good four miles an hour, reaching ourcamping ground at the west end of the lake Steve, Joe and I were in the big canoeand John, a fine boatman, in the small canoewhich skirted the shores of the lake. Wedisturbed a small stag which was feeding alongthe shore and which at once disappeared inthe woods. The camp was simply perfect,fairly open yet with sufficient shelter from thesurrounding woods. Behind it rose a hill about100 feet high, a fine look-out over the entirecountry. The tents were pitched on a spur ofland just where the Baie du Nord River, orrather its head-waters, left the lake in a tumblingtorrent with intervening deep pools, an idealsalmon river to look at, but unfortunately nosalmon can pass Smoky Falls, many miles awayto the south of Lake Meddonagonax. I had cau
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