te lounging place of all the Indian
trappers and hunters who visited the Post, and during my stay a group
of Indians that numbered from three or four to thirty or forty were
daily loitering in the shade within a few feet of that open window.
Sometimes, when I was in my room, they would even intrude their heads
and shoulders through the window and talk to me. Several times I saw
them glance at the heap of money, but they no more thought of touching
it than I did; yet day or night it could have been taken with the
greatest ease, and the thief never discovered--but, of course, there
wasn't a thief in all that region.

But now that the white man has made Lake Temagami a fashionable summer
resort, and the civilized Christians flock there from New York,
Toronto, Pittsburgh, and Montreal, how long would the trader's money
remain in an open box beside an open window on a dark night?

TRACKING UP RAPIDS

After breakfast next morning, while ascending Caribou River, we
encountered a series of rapids that extended for nearly a quarter of a
mile. Here and there, in midstream, rocks protruded above the foaming
water, and from their leeward ends flowed eddying currents of back
water that from their dark, undulating appearance rather suggested that
every boulder possessed a tail. It was always for those long, flowing
tails that the canoes were steered in their slow upward struggle from
one rock to another; for each tail formed a little harbour in which the
canoe could not only make easier headway, but also might hover for a
moment while the paddlers caught their breath. Then out again they
would creep, and once more the battle would rage and, working with
might and main, the paddlers would force the canoe gradually ahead and
over into the eddy of another boulder. Sometimes the water would leap
over the gunwales and come aboard with a savage hiss. At other times
the canoes seemed to become discouraged and, with their heads almost
buried beneath the angry, spitting waves, would balk in midstream and
not move forward so much as a foot to the minute. It was dangerous
work, for if at any time a canoe became inclined across the current,
even to the slightest degree, it might be rolled over and over, like a
barrel descending an incline. Dangerous work it was, but it was
interesting to see how powerfully the Indians propelled their canoes,
how skilfully they guided them, and how adroitly even the little
children handled their padd