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. Streams entered through
narrow openings between the hills, or roared down their steep
sides. At one point the lake narrowed to about a quarter of a mile
in width where the current was very swift. Beyond this point we
saw the last caribou of the trip.
It was a three-year-old doe. She stood at the shore watching us
curiously as we came towards her. Then stepping daintily in, she
began to swim across. We soon caught her up and after playing
round her in the canoe for a time the men with shouts of laughter
headed her inshore and George, in the bow, leaning over caught her
by the tail and we were towed merrily in the wake.
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