above the lower fall,
none could be induced to rise where the creek at the foot of the lower
fall made an ideal pool for them. We were lunching on a rock near this
pool when Hubbard suddenly remarked:

"There's only one reason why trout don't rise here."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Pike," he answered laconically, and left his luncheon to fasten a
trolling hook on his trout line. After he had fixed a piece of cork to
the line for a "bobber," he baited the hook with a small live trout and
dropped it into the pool. "Now we'll have a pike," said he.

Scarcely had he resumed his luncheon when the cork bobbed under, and he
grabbed his rod to find a big fish on the other end. He played it
around until it was near the shore, and as it arose to the surface I
put a pistol bullet through its head. Then Hubbard hauled in the line,
and he had our five-pound pike.

There were two occasions when we felt particularly like feasting. One
was when we were progressing with a clear course ahead and were happy,
and the other was when we were not sure of the way and were blue. That
night we were blue; so we had a feast of goose and pike. Hubbard
planked the pike, and it was excellent. All of our food was eaten now
without salt, but we were getting used to its absence.

After our feast Hubbard astonished George and me by taking out a new
pipe I had brought along to trade with the Indians, and filling it with
the red willow bark George and I had been mixing with our tobacco. We
watched him curiously as he lighted it; for, with the exception of a
puff or two on a cigarette, he had never smoked before. He finished
the pipe without flinching. I asked him how he liked it.

"Pretty good," he said. Then after a pause he added: "And I'll tell
you what; if ever I start out again on another expedition of this sort,
I am going to learn to smoke; watching you fellows makes me believe it
must be a great comfort."

George and I had been mixing red willow bark with our tobacco, because
our stock had become alarmingly low. In fact, it would have been
entirely gone had not Hubbard presented us with some black plug chewing
he had purchased at Rigolet to trade with the Indians. The plugs,
having been wet, had run together in one mass; but we dried it out
before the fire, and, mixed with the bark, it was not so bad. Later on
George and I took to drying out the tea leaves and mixing them with the
tobacco.

On Wednesday morning (August 26)