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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Stopped at 10 A.M. for tea.
Caught fourteen big trout there, in few minutes. Then river opened
into long narrow lakes, and the going was bully. It turned west,
or we did (it came from the west) and went into the mountains, and
we fairly shouted for joy. George saw caribou. Turned out to be
geese. Chased ahead them on bank. Shot old goose as she lay low
in water, swimming and hiding. Broke old one's wing and took off
leg. Then missed four shots. Gander took to woods. George took
after young and killed one with pistol. Came and helped get
wounded goose. Great chase. Trout, pounders, jumping like greedy
hogs to fly. Took about fifty while boys were making two short
portages in P.M. Bread, small loaf, coffee, sugar, goose, trout
for supper. Big feed in celebration geese and good water. At end
of to-day's course turned to right into wrong channel, into little
narrow lake half mile long, prettiest I ever saw. Big barren bluff
rises from water on north, barren mountains a few miles to west,
ridge of green to west, sun setting in faces to contrast and
darken, two loons laughing, two otters swimming in lake. One
seemed afraid and dived; other more bold, looked at us. Hoped to
kill it to settle question of species, but did not get near enough.
Good water ahead. Hope we are on the road to Michikamau.
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