My Canadian journal, 1872-'78; extracts from my letters home, written while Lord Dufferin was governor-general; . ; in each two men stand upright,with long poles in their hands, while two passengers sitin the center of the boat. We have three hours journeyin this way up a beautiful river, going up rapids and en-joying ourselves. Then we arrive at a salmon-pool, getout, and pitch our tents. We have two bell-tents, asmall one for Pred, and a tent for the cook. The twelvecanoe-men make one of birch-bark for themselves. Wehoist our flag and take possession. Our chef is capital;he works away, build
My Canadian journal, 1872-'78; extracts from my letters home, written while Lord Dufferin was governor-general; . ; in each two men stand upright,with long poles in their hands, while two passengers sitin the center of the boat. We have three hours journeyin this way up a beautiful river, going up rapids and en-joying ourselves. Then we arrive at a salmon-pool, getout, and pitch our tents. We have two bell-tents, asmall one for Pred, and a tent for the cook. The twelvecanoe-men make one of birch-bark for themselves. Wehoist our flag and take possession. Our chef is capital;he works away, builds himself a fireplace, gets out hispots and pans, and soon sets before us a splendid din-ner. We have soup and fish, and entrees and pudding,and are far from roughing it. We have but twotrials in life—one is great, the other small—ist, the ter-rible flies; and 2d, the obstinacy of the salmon, who donot rise. The gentlemen whip the pools and catchnothing, and we ladies find a few trout; then we havetea, and retire to our tents. We have a little troublein them at first. Mosquito-curtains have been put up,. JULY 1873 THE DARTMOUTH RIVER. 95 but as I endeavor to crawl under them the whole erec-tion tumbles down, and it is some time before 1 amsafe inside. Thursday, loth.—We are all up early, and breakfastat five, get into our canoes, and proceed higher up theriver. The pools we reach to-day are very lovely, andwe have a very pleasant day at them. I catch a numberof trout, so do Fred and Lady Harriet; and Fred got asalmon—the only one. We stopped fishing at eleven ;the men made a bower of branches and birch-bark, andwe sat and read and ate until four, when we fished last pool was so pretty—or, rather, fine. Therewere great cliffs on either side, and in front a waterfallwith a wall of rock and trees behind it, the furthercourse of the river being quite hidden from view. Ateight oclock we left, and paddled down to our camp,passing through some great rapids. The wor
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