w, and when the wind changes we'll get them."

After warming ourselves by a big fire and eating luncheon, Hubbard and
I took our rods and fished the greater part of the afternoon, catching
between us twelve or fifteen trout.

"You had better cook them all for supper, George," said Hubbard. "This
is my mother's birthday, and in honour of it we'll have an extra loaf
of bread and some of her dried apples. And I tell you what, boys, I
wish I could see her now."

On the following day (Tuesday, August 11) the weather had somewhat
moderated, but the east wind continued, and the rain still fell during
all the forenoon. We could get no fish at our camp, and at two in the
afternoon started forward, all of us hungry and steadily growing
hungrier. Hubbard whipped the water at the foot of every rapid and
tried every pool, but succeeded in getting only a very few trout.
While he fished, George and I made the portages, and thus, pushing on
as rapidly as possible, we covered about four miles.

While George and I were scouting on Sunday, we had each caught sight of
a ridge of rocky mountains extending in a northerly and southerly
direction, which we estimated to be from twenty to twenty-five miles to
the westward. Previous to Tuesday, these mountains had not been
visible from the river valley, but on that day they suddenly came into
view, and they made us stop and think, for they lay directly across our
course. However, we did not feel much uneasiness then, as we decided
that our river must flow through a pass in the mountains far to the
north, and follow them down before turning east.

Our camp on Tuesday night was rather a dreary one; but before noon on
Wednesday (August 12) the clouds broke, big patches of blue sky began
to appear, and with a bit of sunshine now and again, our hearts
lightened as we proceeded on our journey.

At the foot of a half-mile portage Hubbard caught fourteen trout, and
our luncheon was secure. Three more portages we made, covering in all
about three miles, and then we shouted for joy, for there ahead of us
lay open water. Along it for five miles we gaily canoed before
stopping for luncheon. Hungry? Yes, we were hungry even after
devouring the fourteen trout and drinking the water they were boiled
in--I could have eaten fifty like them myself--but our spirits were
high, and we made merry. For the first time since leaving Grand Lake
there was good water behind us and good water before us.

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