The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky MountainsMilton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
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The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky Mountains
Milton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
British Columbia -- Description and travel; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
The wolverine had renewed his visits along the line of traps, and
broken all which had been reconstructed, devouring the animals which
had been caught. Cheadle now adopted a device which he flattered
himself would catch the enemy in his own toils. All the broken traps
were repaired and set again, and poisoned baits substituted for the
ordinary ones in the traps--not in every instance, but here and there
along the line.
The forest in which we hunted commenced on the further side of our
lake, stretching away to the north apparently indefinitely. This was
broken only by numerous lakes and swamps, and patches of timber which
had been burnt. The lakes are always sought by the trapper, not only
because they enable him to travel more rapidly, and penetrate further
into the less hunted regions, but also because the edges of the lakes,
and the portages between them, are favourite haunts of the fox, the
fisher, and the mink. On one of these lakes a curious circumstance
was observed. The lake was about half a mile in length, and of nearly
equal breadth, but of no great depth. The water had seemingly frozen
to the bottom, except at one end, where a spring bubbled up, and a
hole of about a yard in diameter existed in the covering of ice, which
was there only a few inches thick. The water in this hole was crowded
with myriads of small fish, most of them not much larger than a man’s
finger, and so closely packed that they could not move freely. On
thrusting in an arm, it seemed like plunging it into a mass of thick
stir-about. The snow was beaten down all round hard and level as a
road, by the numbers of animals which flocked to the Lenten feast.
Tracks converged from every side. Here were the footprints of the cross
or silver fox, delicately impressed in the snow as he trotted daintily
along with light and airy tread; the rough marks of the clumsier
fisher; the clear, sharply-defined track of the active mink; and the
great coarse trail of the ever-galloping, ubiquitous wolverine. Scores
of crows perched on the trees around, sleepily digesting their frequent
meals. Judging by the state of the snow and collection of dung, the
consumption must have gone on for weeks, yet the supply seemed as
plentiful as ever.
This circumstance afforded an explanation of the fact that many of the
rivers and fresh-water lakes in this country are destitute of fish, as
all but the deeper ones freeze to the bottom, and therefore any fish
they contained would be destroyed.
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