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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Who Could Doubt That Romance And Poetry
Dwell In The Heart Of The Indian Who Chose This For The Resting-
Place Of His Dead.
Walking back along the point we found it cut by caribou trails, and
everywhere the moss was torn and
Trampled in a way that indicated
the presence there of many of the animals but a short time since.
Yet it did not occur to me that we might possibly be on the
outskirts of the march of the migrating caribou. Ptarmigan were
there in numbers, and flew up all along our way. We passed a
number of old camps, one a large oblong, sixteen feet in length,
with two fireplaces in it, each marked by a ring of small rocks,
and a doorway at either end. Near where we landed, close in the
shelter of a thicket of dwarf spruce, was a deep bed of boughs,
still green, where some wandering aboriginal had spent the night
without taking time or trouble to erect his wigwam, and who in
passing on had set up three poles pointing northward to tell his
message to whoever might come after.
The wind continued high, and squalls and heavy showers passed.
Nevertheless, when lunch was over we pushed on, keeping close to
the west shore of the lake. Little more than a mile further up the
men caught sight of deer feeding not far from the water's edge. We
landed, and climbing to the top of the rock wall saw a herd of
fifteen or more feeding in the swamp.
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