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Title: On the headwaters of Peace River : a narrative of a thousand-mile canoe trip to a little-known range of the Canadian Rockies
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Haworth, Paul Leland, 1876-1938
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Publisher: New York : Scribner
Contributing Library: ASC - York University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Ontario Council of University Libraries and Member Libraries

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ith our sundry straps, twine, rope, andtwisted gauze! Finally I nailed on two transversepieces to keep the logs from weaving back and forth.The great trouble was the weakness of the lashingsand the shortness of the nails. Finally I cut two dryspruce poles, while Joe made some wonderful paddles,or sweeps, by nailing slabs of wood to some shorterpoles. It was after three oclock in the afternoon beforethe good craft Necessity was launched and our belong-ings placed upon it, well wrapped in the balloon-silktent. It hardly seemed possible that we could reachour canoe and cache before night fell, but the attractionof the jam was irresistible, and after I had taken twopictures we pushed off. In our hurry we left our big-gest bag of dried meat, which we had lugged so far,lying upon the beach—to the joy, no doubt, of somecoyote or bear. The ride that followed was decidedly the most ex-hilarating it has ever been my good fortune to enjoy.We were immediately in rough water, and, past the first
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Q aXuz CO QOOO a H OSO aeq oo a a •J2 WE BUILD A RAFT 243 bend, we were caught by a whirlpool that whirled usround and round dizzily, reminding me of the ditty: Swing me around again, Willie,Dont let my feet touch the ground 1 By dint of desperate work with our sweeps we gotinto the main current once more and went careeringmadly along between the black cliff walls. In someplaces we were able to find pole-bottom, in others wehad to use our sweeps, but we generally managed tokeep our craft reasonably straight. Our great concernwas not to run upon a rock, of which there were many,for we knew that our craft was too frail to stand muchpounding and would certainly go to pieces. Luckily thewater was wonderfully clear, so that we could see hid-den dangers remarkably well; in fact, it was so clearthat repeatedly we thought ourselves in danger fromrocks that really were far below the surface. We couldonly travel as fast as the current, but that carried usalong at racing speed, and, as on Croo

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