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Of these, one was a tall, lithe, swift-moving man, whose cunning eyes seemed to gleam with the malice of a serpent. This canoeman silently twisted into sleeping posture directly behind me. The signal was given, and we were in mid-stream again.
King engaged for us another man who, he wrote, was an expert canoeman and woodsman and a good cook. The man proved to be all that he was represented to be and more. I do not believe that in all the north country we could have found a better woodsman. But he was something more than a woodsman he was a hero. Under the most trying circumstances he was calm, cheerful, companionable, faithful.
It was thus kept in a rotary motion, making the sound which he had mistaken for the paddling of a canoeman. With this discovery departed all thought of human help from that quarter. But with the dissipating of the illusion came a new hope.
"That fellow you was just talking with is as good a canoeman as an Injun." Still later, at an entirely different place, a member of the bar informed me, in the course of discussion: "The only man I know of who can do it is named Munson. He is as good a canoeman as an Indian." At the time this unanimity of praise puzzled me a little.
The priest might say a good word about it when you came to think, also. "Where shall I paddle to?" inquired Jean Boucher, drawing in his breath. The canoe leaped ahead, grazing hands stretched out to seize it. "To the other side of the river." "Down the rapids?" "Yes." "Go down rough or go down smooth?" "Rough rough where they cannot catch you." The old canoeman snorted.
The pinto scrambled to his knees, got to his feet and felt again the sting of the rein-end in his flanks. Like a rabbit he came bounding down, down where the way was steepest and most treacherous. And at every jump the rein-end fell, first on one side and then along the other, as a skilled canoeman shifts the paddle to force his slight craft forward in a treacherous current.
More than once was I so addressed by my clever and experienced Indian canoeman, with whom every summer I used to journey hundreds of miles into remote regions, to find the poor sheep of the wilderness to whom to preach the glorious Gospel of the Son of God. These summer routes lay through many lakes, and up and down rushing rivers full of rapids and cataracts.
The fourth day up the Richelieu, he was embarked without being fastened to the cross-bar, and he was given a paddle. Fresh to the work, Radisson made a labor of his oar. The Iroquois took the paddle and taught him how to give the light, deft, feather strokes of the Indian canoeman.
Though the current was fairly rapid, going upstream was not so difficult as one might imagine; that is, if the canoeman happened to know how to take advantage of the eddies, how to sneak up the quiet water by the banks, how to put the nose of his canoe into the swift water and to hold her so that, as Duprez, the keeper of the stopping place at the Landing, said, "She would walk on de rapide toute suite lak one oiseau."
My other man, Moise Duprat, is a good cook, a good woodsman, and a good canoeman. They'll have all the camp outfit they need, they'll have the finest time in the world in the mountains, and they'll come through flying that's all about it!" "But won't there be any bad rapids in the mountains on that river?" "Surely, surely! That's what the men are for, and the boats.
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