CHAPTER IV

DOWN THE ATHABASCA ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE MILES TO GRAND RAPIDS

"Farewell, Nistow!"--The rainy deck of a "sturgeon head" under a tarpaulin--Drifting by starlight--The wild geese overhead--Forty-foot gas-spout at the Pelican--The mosquito makes us blood-brothers--Four days on our Robinson Crusoe Island in the swirling Athabasca--Nomenclature of the North--Sentinels of the Silence

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