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Title: On the headwaters of Peace River : a narrative of a thousand-mile canoe trip to a little-known range of the Canadian Rockies
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Haworth, Paul Leland, 1876-1938
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Publisher: New York : Scribner
Contributing Library: ASC - York University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Ontario Council of University Libraries and Member Libraries

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with my Graflex. Then I took my place in thebow and our thousand-mile canoe trip began. There is an exhilaration about a start on a trip ofthis kind, and we felt it to the full. Though dire prophe-cies had been uttered of disasters that would befall us,we felt confident of our ability to pull ourselves throughevery situation. Long vistas of magnificent possibilitieslay before us: delectable mountains, hungry fish, obligingbears, toothsome caribou, festive goats! To work our way down the little creek and out onthe river required no more than twenty strokes of ourpaddles. Joe then steered our craft out into the cur-rent, we put our backs to the paddles, and soon we wereshooting down the river at what, considering our load,was a rattling speed. According to the best accounts,it was thirty-five miles to Giscome Portage by river.We hoped to reach there by a little after noon and, ifluck favored us, to have our goods hauled across so thatwe could camp on the shore of Summit Lake that night.
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B u S 60 .s a O Z H<c/1 FROM PACIFIC TO ARCTIC WATERS 37 Both of us were in high spirits, and Joe broke again andagain into his favorite songs. A few miles of steady paddling brought us to the pre-emption of our friend from East Tennessee, and I landedfor a minute to take a look at his outfit and to wave himfarewell as he picked strawberries from among his luxu-riant vines. We passed a number of small islands andthe mouth of the slough that drains Hansard and AlezaLakes, and we gazed with interest at the mouth of theNorth Fork, or, as it is sometimes called, the SalmonRiver. Some idea of the newness of the country can beobtained from the fact that on the latest maps of thePrince George district the course of this river, exceptfor the last few miles, is represented by dotted lines.To the north of the upper Eraser and to the south of italso, for that matter, there are great stretches of countrythat have not yet been really explored. I had expected to see ducks along the Eraser, but i

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