This was the first time we had ever seen the Indian's way of catching fish and it was a new way of getting grub for us.

When the canoes had full loads they paddled up toward their camp, and we drifted on again.
When we came to Grand Rapids we had to go on shore and tow our boat carefully along over the many rocks to prevent accident.

Here was a small cheap looking town.

On the west bank of the river a water wheel was driving a drill boring for salt water, it seemed through solid rock.
Up to this time the current was slow, and its course through a dense forest.

We occasionally saw an Indian gliding around in his canoe, but no houses or clearings.