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Footner Hulbert. New Rivers of the North: The Yarn of Two Amateur Explorers
New Rivers of the North: The Yarn of Two Amateur Explorers
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NEW RIVERS OF THE NORTH
CHAPTER I
THE START
CHAPTER II
ON THE TOTE ROAD
Claude and his Bulls
The down bridge over Fiddle Creek
For ten minutes he left the helpless beasts standing in the icy water
Pop Hopper locked in the affectionate embrace of a muskeg
CHAPTER III
OUR OUTFIT
Mount Robson—From the level of the Grand Forks River
A mass of gray rock, fantastically cleft and terraced and piled
A row of log shacks thatched with canvas
CHAPTER IV
THE CHRISTENING OF THE "BLUNDERBUSS"
The greater part of the way the terrible Fraser was a very lamb in its behavior
A surveyor, his assistant and three Indians
Entrance to the second canyon of the Fraser
Their greatest treasure in the world was a phonograph
CHAPTER V
OLD LADY FRASER
Once around that point of rock, nothing could turn a boat back
The drift-pile at the mouth of the second canyon
Ourselves in the 'Blunderbuss'—The surveyor's picture
The start at Summit Lake
Surely there never was so little a stream that served as a highway of commerce
Fort Macleod with its little white store and the invariable flagpole
CHAPTER VI
THE LILLIPUT RIVER
We rigged the Blunderbuss with a Poplar pole and a Tarpaulin
A row of log shacks crazily thatched with strips of bark
The still, black pools . . . crowded with fish
We met three Indians and a dog coming up stream
A gaunt, raw-looking stream continually eating under its banks
CHAPTER VII
THE SAPPHIRE CHAIN
CHAPTER VIII
THE MOUNTAIN OF GOLD
No word description of the Finlay Rapids is necessary because it is faithfully represented in the picture
A strange, troubled sea of mountain peaks . . . like a fantastic papier mache decoration
Mount Selwyn—The Mountain of Gold—from up the River
We quenched our thirst with snow
At our feet lay the Peace River, nearly a mile below
Mt. Selwyn from the Down River side
We had no idea how she would behave on the end of a string
CHAPTER IX
THE BIG CANYON
The river roared down out of sight between the walls below
Breasting the current like a pair of battleships
No boat could have lived long in those torn waters
Sitting on a bag of flour, paddle in hand and pipe in mouth, he made a unique figure
Fort St. John in the late afternoon
Beaver Indians near Fort St. John
St. John Peace in his "winter garb"
The Blunderbuss arranged for the night
CHAPTER X
A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE
They are not really hills for the country is flat on top and it is a kind of gigantic trough that the river has dug for itself
It is the steep, grassy hills in the late afternoon that remain as the most characteristic impression of the Peace
The Peace River swinging widely and superbly among the hills
CHAPTER XI
THE MAJESTY OF THE PEACE
The most dignified figure was Benjamin Cardinal ninety years old
Father, mother and three babies in a dugout with all their worldly goods
On the way to the Hay River—An engaging, parklike country, gay with wild asters and golden rod
The Author and Mahtsonza on the Hay River
Indians on the Hay River Trail—Aleck on the right
Our disreputable friend, Le Convert
A Slavi Brave
CHAPTER XII
THE "BLUNDERBUSS" ON HORSEBACK
The Hay River and the Serpent
He brought in a rabbit while we were there
Tatateecha Cadetloon, the patriarch of the tribe
CHAPTER XIII
THE UNEXPLORED RIVER
Looking up one of the Rapids in the Hay
It opened up before us in successive, smooth reaches
The opposite wall rose out into a bold promontory around which the river swung
CHAPTER XIV
THE GRAND GOAL OF OUR LABORS
The entire river gathered itself and made a single plunge into deep water below
As it descended it drew over its brown sheen a lovely, creamy fleece of foam
H. F. A. E. 1911
CHAPTER XV
HOMEWARD BOUND
Our most complete picture of the cataract
We could have dangled our feet in the wildest of the torrents
The second falls from below
There below us lay another waterfall
Looking up the Secret Stair
The window on the Secret Stair
CHAPTER XVI
TRAVELING IN COMPANY
Once a day we went ashore to chop wood
All the children came down to bid her God-speed
The Messenger at Peace River crossing
We had a huddled lunch in the wet snow
CHAPTER XVII
ON OUR OWN AGAIN
CHAPTER XVIII
THE LITTLE RIVER AND THE BIG RIVER
The game of bridge was a great resource
Along the ninety mile trail
The ferry at Saw Ridge
Jack Slavin's outfit on Lesser Slave Lake
CHAPTER XIX
THE LAST STAGE
The Blunderbuss after the storm
They couldn't sit down for fear of getting their Sunday clothes wet
The last stage—Our observation car
THE END
