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The Long Labrador Trail by Dillon Wallace
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inflict.

Here a portage was necessary around a half-mile canyon through which
the river, a rushing torrent, tumbled in the interval over a series of
small falls, and all the way the perpendicular walls of basaltic rock
that confined it rose on either side to a height of fifty to seventy-
five feet above the seething water. Just below this canyon another
river joined us from the east, increasing the volume of water very
materially. Our tumplines were gone, but with the tracking line and
pieces of deer skin we improvised new ones that answered our purpose
very well.

The hills, barren almost to their base, and growing in altitude with
every mile we traveled, were now closely hugging the river valley,
which was almost destitute of trees. Rapids were practically
continuous and always strewn with dangerous rocks that kept us
constantly on the alert and our nerves strung to the highest tension.

The general course of the river for several days was north, thirty
degrees east, but later assumed an almost due northerly course. It
made some wide sweeps as it worked its tortuous way through the
ranges, sometimes almost doubling on itself. At intervals small
streams joined it and it was constantly growing in width and depth.
Once we came to a place where it dropped over massive bed rock in a
series of falls, some of which were thirty or more feet in height.
Few portages, however, were necessary. We took our chances on
everything that there was any prospect of the canoe living through--
rapids that under ordinary circumstances we should never have trusted
--for the grip of the cold weather was tightening with each October
day. The small lakes away from the river, where the water was still,
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