e of the younger children and the dogs, simply to
walk in order to relieve the craft of their weight and also for
safety's sake, should the canoe overturn. The greatest danger is for
the steersman to lose control and allow the canoe to get out of line
with the current, as the least headway in a wrong direction is apt to
capsize it.

With us all went well until a scream from the children announced that
Ah-ging-goos, the second son, had fallen in, and anxiety reigned until
the well-drenched Chipmunk partly crawled and was partly hauled ashore;
and then laughter echoed in the river valley, for The Chipmunk was at
times much given to frisking about and showing off, and this time he
got his reward.

But before we had ascended half the length of the rapids we encountered
the usual troubles that overtake the tracker--those of clearing our
lines of trees and bushes, slipping into the muck of small inlets,
stumbling over stones, cutting the lines upon sharp rocks, or having
them caught by gnarled roots of driftwood. As we approached the last
lap of white water the canoes passed through a rocky basin that held a
thirty- or forty-yard section of the river in a slack and unruffled
pool. While ascending this last section, the last canoe, the one in
which the old grandmother was wielding the paddle, broke away from
Oo-koo-hoo, the strain severing his well-worn line, and away
Grandmother went, racing backward down through the turbulent foam.
With her usual presence of mind she exercised such skill in guiding her
canoe that it never for a moment swerved out of the true line of the
current, and thus she saved herself and all her precious cargo. Then,
the moment she struck slack water, she in with her paddle, and out with
her pole, stood up in her unsteady craft, bent her powerful old frame,
and--her pipe still clenched between her ancient teeth--with all her
might and main she actually poled her canoe right up to the very head
of the rapids, and came safely ashore. It was thrilling to watch
her--for we could render no aid--and when she landed we hailed her with
approval for her courage, strength, and skill; but Grandmother was
annoyed--her pipe was out.

TRAVELLING AT NIGHT

While we rested a few minutes, the women espied, in a little springy
dell, some unusually fine moss, which they at once began to gather.
Indian women dry it and use it in a number of ways, especially for
packing about the little naked bodies of their bab