A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador An Account Of The Exploration Of The Nascaupee And George Rivers By Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard, Junior
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On One Of
The Islands Where We Landed During The Morning We Found The First
"Bake-Apple" Berries.
They were as large as the top of my thumb,
and reddened a little.
Though still hard they already tasted like
apples. We lunched on an island near the north shore of the bay.
While at our meal the wind changed and was fair for us, so we
started, hoping to make the most of it. Crossing through a shallow
which separated what had looked like a long point from the hills,
we came out to the narrower part of the lake. Here the hills on
the east shore were seen to recede from the lake, stretching away a
little east of north, while between, the country was flat and
boggy. A short distance further on we landed to put up sails. A
ptarmigan and her little family were running about among the
bushes, and the men gave chase, coming back shortly afterwards with
the mother bird and her little ones.
Towards evening we put out our trolls, and I caught one big brook
trout, one little namaycush, and a big one a twenty-pounder. This
time he did not get away, though I strongly suspect this may have
been because Job landed him. We camped late in a swampy place, and
while the men put up camp I cleaned my three fish. The big one was
so big that I could hardly manage him. I had just opened him up
and taken out the inside and was struggling to cut off his head
when somehow my hunting-knife touched his spinal cord in a way that
made his tail fly up almost into my face.
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