The lake was about one mile long and two hundred yards wide, and
was fed by a good-sized stream coming down from the north in
continuous rapids. The stream was deep, and the canoes were poled
up with all the outfit in them to the lake above, and on a great
bed of huge, packed boulders at the side of the stream we halted
for lunch. The quest was becoming more and more interesting. When
was our climbing to end? When were we really going to find the
headwaters of the Nascaupee, and stand at the summit of the
plateau? It was thoroughly exciting work this climbing to the top
of things.
That afternoon our journey carried us northwest through beautiful
Lake Adelaide, where long wooded points and islands cutting off the
view ahead, kept me in a constant state of suspense as to what was
to come next. About 4 P.M. we reached the northern extremity of
the lake, where the way seemed closed; but a little searching
discovered a tiny stream coming in from the north and west of this
the well marked Indian trail. What a glad and reassuring discovery
it was, for it meant that we were on the Indian highway from Lake
Michikamau to George River.
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