“Later.—­Just a little below our camp we found a river coming in with a wild rush from the east.  It was the largest we had yet seen and we wondered if our reckoning could be so far out that this might be the river not far from the post of which the Nascaupees had told us.  Then so anxious for the noon observation and so glad to have a fine day for it.  Result 57 degrees, 43 minutes, 28 seconds.  That settled it, but all glad to be rapidly lessening the distance between us and Ungava.

“After noon, more rapids and I got out above one of them to walk.  I climbed up the river wall to the high, sandy terrace above.  This great wall of packed boulders is one of the most characteristic features of the lower river.  It is thrown up by the action of ice in the spring floods, and varies all the way from twenty feet at its beginning to fifty and sixty feet farther down.  One of the remarkable things about it is that the largest boulders lie at the top, some of them so huge as to weigh tons.  On the terrace, moss berries and blue berries were so thick as to make walking slippery.  The river grows more magnificent all the time.  I took one photograph of the sun’s rays slanting down through a rift in the clouds, and lighting up the mountains in the distance.  I am feeling wretched over not having more films.  How I wish I had brought twice as many.

“While running the rapid George and Job were nearly wrecked.  Job changed his mind about the course a little too late and they had a narrow escape.  They were whirled round and banged up against a cliff with the bottom of the canoe tipped to the rock and held there for a while, but fortunately did not turn over till an unusually tempestuous rush of water reached up and lifted the canoe from its perch down into the water again.  Then tying a rope at either end they clambered out to a precarious perch on a slope in the cliff.  By careful manoeuvring they succeeded in turning the canoe round and getting in again, thus escaping from the trap.  Joe and Gilbert came through without mishap.  Practically the whole river from Indian House Lake is like a toboggan slide.  I shall be glad for everyone and especially for Job, when we have left the rapids behind.  He says be feels better to-night.  Saw fresh caribou tracks upon the terrace.  Have been finding beautiful bunches of harebell (Cornua uniflora) in the clefts of the rocks along the river.  They are very lovely.  Once to-day the lonely cry of a wolf came down to us from high up on the mountain side.  The mountains are splendid.  We are in the midst of scenes which have a decidedly Norwegian look.  Have passed one river and several good-sized streams coming in from the east and one of some size from west, but we have seen nothing from the west which could be called a river.  Much more water comes in from the east.