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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And because I so much wished it to be true I
was afraid, for the hard things of life will sometimes make cowards
of its pilgrims.
The Barren Grounds Water was very fair in the morning sunshine. It
was as if, while exploring some great ruin, we had chanced into a
secret, hidden chamber, the most splendid of them all, and when
after lunch the promised fair wind sprang up, and the canoes with
well-filled sails were speeding northward, the lake and its
guardian hills became bluer and more beautiful than ever.
Nowhere did we find the lake more than two miles wide. Long points
reaching out from either shore cut off the view and seemed to
change the course; but in reality they did not, for it was always
northward. To right and left there were the hills, now barren
altogether, or again with a narrow belt of "greenwoods" - spruce,
balsam, tamarack - along the shore. In many places skeleton
wigwams marked the site of old Nascaupee camps. The hills on the
east in places rose abruptly from the water, but on the west they
stood a little back with sand-hills on terraces between and an
occasional high, wedge-shaped point of sand and loose rock reached
almost halfway across the lake. Often as I looked ahead, the lake
seemed to end; but, the distant point passed, it stretched on again
into the north till with repetition of this experience, it began to
seem as if the end would never come.
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