Here is a huge eagle with a wing—spread of five or six feet, at least. Seemingly un- afraid, he drops almost alongside on the bank that runs down to a flat sand strip; and as he stands still as we pass, we can see the pure white of his head and tail, and notice his powerful wings as he again soars in the air.

Wild canaries, also, are quite numerous; and the canoe voyager on the Nashwaak has no lack of pleasant company.

Several pieces of swift water have been passed, and at one point where the river meets an island and has a steep descent and sharp bend of the Channel, the rushing fall of water carries us nearly into the shore; and it takes both paddles to make any progress by “poling” or pushing on the bottom of the river.

Going further, we look with apprehension on an apparently insurmountable barrier in the form or an immense log, wedged solidly across stream between the high banks, with a very narrow

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