The picturesque StLawrence . were so fiercethey fairly made the earth shake. I stayed in afishermans shack on the bank, and when Ilooked out all I could see was just balls of fireflying through the air. The storms kept comingup one right after the other all night long. Id gone to fish for sturgeon. They run upthe rapids about the middle of June when theraspberries are in blossom. It took two men todo the fishing. One would stand on the bankwith a fat pine torch, and the other, armed witha long pole that had a gaff on the end, wouldwatch till he saw a fish and then make a strikeat it. Ive caugh
The picturesque StLawrence . were so fiercethey fairly made the earth shake. I stayed in afishermans shack on the bank, and when Ilooked out all I could see was just balls of fireflying through the air. The storms kept comingup one right after the other all night long. Id gone to fish for sturgeon. They run upthe rapids about the middle of June when theraspberries are in blossom. It took two men todo the fishing. One would stand on the bankwith a fat pine torch, and the other, armed witha long pole that had a gaff on the end, wouldwatch till he saw a fish and then make a strikeat it. Ive caught lots of sturgeon that wouldweigh over a hundred pounds apiece. Theysometimes grew to be eight or ten feet long andwere so strong theyd pull a man in. There are still sturgeon in the river, but theconstruction of a canal around the rapids hasso changed the conditions along shore thatthe fishing has been abandoned. By way of thiscanal all the ordinary water traffic passes up anddown the valley; for the steamer that goes down. The Rapids 5^ the Long Sault makes the trip merely for thepurpose of giving a thrill to tourists. At the lower end of the canal is the busymanufacturing town of Cornwall; but theattractions of the town itself appealed less tome than the fact that in its vicinity was theIndian village of St. Regis. The Indian com-munity, however, is five miles down the river onthe other side. When I inquired how to getthere someone recommended a certain old manwho owned a motor boat. I hunted him up andwe went together to his little shack of a boat-house. A small girl came and stood on thebank watching our preparations to embark, andmy ancient mariner chatted with her affection-ately. He called her Beauty, and in an asideto me said she was a favorite of his because herlooks reminded him so much of his first wife. Presently the engine had been oiled andstarted and we pushed out of the boathouse intothe stream and sped away down the river aidedby the current and a brisk wind.
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