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VOL XI No.3 THE ARCTIC CIRCULAR 44<br />

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Leaving Fort Simpson. we next passed Fort Wrigley,<br />

and came to the mouth of the Gravel River, about twenty-five<br />

miles above Fort Norman. Here we left the Mackenzie and<br />

began tracking our boat up this small, swift river on the 12th of<br />

July, 1898. We soon found that pUlling large boats up a swift<br />

river was a man-sized job, and that our many pleasant days of<br />

easy floating downstream were a thing of the past. This river<br />

was well-named the Gravel River, being broken up in many places<br />

into several channels flowing between gravel bars and islands, and<br />

in places it was miles wide, stretching as far as the eye could see.<br />

Just why this very appropriate natural name "Gravel River" has<br />

now been changed to "Keele River" is hard to understand.<br />

We spent the remainder of the summer hauling our<br />

big scows upstream. At times some humerous and nearly tragic<br />

things happened. Where the channels were much broken up, we<br />

would get up to the head of one island we were on and catch the<br />

lower end of one across the channel. Once we missed, and so had<br />

to do it all over again. so we adopted the plan of two of us crossing<br />

over in the dinghy to be ready to catch the bow line from the big<br />

boat when the bowman threw it. <strong>The</strong> gravel banks of the islands<br />

were usually from three to six feet high and straight up, and a man<br />

leaping ashore from a boat was qUite likely to go into the river if<br />

the edge of the bank crumbled with his weight. On one such<br />

occasion, two of us crossed over in the dinghy and stood ready to<br />

catch the bow line. <strong>The</strong> bowman threw the rope, but unfortunately<br />

for him he dropped a coil, which caught around his ankle. We<br />

caught the end of the line and held C'!1 ,but he, poor fellow, was<br />

dragged into the water as the boat swung away from the bank.<br />

Unable to release himself, he held on desperately to the rope with<br />

both hands, but fortunately we managed to drag man and boat to the<br />

bank, and hauled him out.<br />

During the warm weather it had been easy to dry out<br />

our wet clothes overnight ready for the next day, but as fall weather<br />

approached we had to get into wet clothes in the morning, which<br />

was very disagreeable. Miraculously neither of us caught cold.

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