M. we came out upon a lake. It was not very large, and
its upper end was crowded with islands. Four miles from the outlet
the lake narrowed, and the water flowed down round the islands with
tremendous swiftness. Again it widened, and a mile west from the
rapids we landed to climb a hill. Everyone went, and by the time I
was half-way up, the men were already at the top jumping round and
waving their hats and yelling like demons, or men at a polo match.
As I came towards them, Gilbert shouted: "Rice pudding for supper
to-night, Mrs. Hubbard." It was not hard to guess what all the
demonstration meant. We could not see all the channel from our
hill-top, there were so many islands; but it could be seen part of
the way and what was most important we could see where it led
straight west to Michikamau.
Once more in the canoes our way still led among the islands up the
swift flowing water. It was not till 5.15 P.M. that we at last
reached the point where the Nascaupee River first receives the
waters of the great lake. Paddling against a rather strong head
wind we continued westward near a long island, landing shortly
before 7 P.M. on its outer shore to make our first camp on Lake
Michikamau.
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