Maine Woods — The Allegash & East Branch, Section 22

Next, pipes are lit by those who smoke, and veils are donned by those who have them, and we hastily examine and dry our plants, anoint our faces and hands, and go to bed--and--the mosquitoes.

Though you have nothing to do but see the country, there’s rarely any time to spare, hardly enough to examine a plant, before the night or drowsiness is upon you.

Such was the ordinary experience, but this evening we had camped earlier on account of the rain, and had more time.

We found that our camp to-night was on an old, and now more than usually indistinct, supply road, running along the river.

What is called a road there shows no ruts or trace of wheels, for they are not used; nor, indeed, of runners, since they are used only in the winter when the snow is several feet deep.

It is only an indistinct vista through the wood, which it takes an experienced eye to detect.

We had no sooner pitched our tent than the thunder-shower burst on us, and we hastily crept under it, drawing our bags after us, curious to see how much of a shelter our thin cotton roof was going to be in this excursion.

Though the violence of the rain forced a fine shower through the cloth before it was fairly wetted and shrunk, with which we were well bedewed, we managed to keep pretty dry, only a box of matches having been left out and spoiled, and before we were aware of it the shower was over, and only the dripping trees imprisoned us.

Wishing to see what fishes there were in the river there, we cast our lines over the wet bushes on the shore, but they were repeatedly swept down the swift stream in vain.

So, leaving the Indian, we took the canoe just before dark, and dropped down the river a few rods to fish at the mouth of a sluggish brook on the opposite side.

We pushed up this a rod or two, where, perhaps, only a canoe had been before.

But though there were a few small fishes, mostly chivin, there, we were soon driven off by the mosquitoes.

While there we heard the Indian fire his gun twice in such rapid succession that we thought it must be double-barreled, though we observed afterward that it was single.

His object was to clean out and dry it after the rain, and he then loaded it with ball, being now on ground where he expected to meet with large game.

This sudden, loud, crashing noise in the still aisles of the forest, affected me like an insult to nature, or ill manners at any rate, as if you were to fire a gun in a hall or temple.

It was not heard far, however, except along the river, the sound being rapidly hushed up or absorbed by the damp trees and mossy ground.

The Indian made a little smothered fire of damp leaves close to the back of the camp, that the smoke might drive through and keep out the mosquitoes; but just before we fell asleep this suddenly blazed up, and came near setting fire to the tent.

We were considerably molested by mosquitoes at this camp.

* * * * * SUNDAY, July 26. The note of the white-throated sparrow, a very inspiriting but almost wiry sound, was the first heard in the morning, and with this all the woods rang.

This was the prevailing bird in the northern part of Maine.

The forest generally was all alive with them at this season, and they were proportionally numerous and musical about Bangor.

They evidently breed in that State.

Though commonly unseen, their simple _ah, te-te-te, te-te-te, te-te-te_, so sharp and piercing, was as distinct to the ear as the passage of a spark of fire shot into the darkest of the forest would be to the eye.

I thought that they commonly uttered it as they flew.

I hear this note for a few days only in the spring, as they go through Concord, and in the fall see them again going southward, but then they are mute.

We were commonly aroused by their lively strain very early.

What a glorious time they must have in that wilderness, far from mankind and election day!

I told the Indian that we would go to church to Chesuncook this (Sunday) morning, some fifteen miles.

It was settled weather at last.

A few swallows flitted over the water, we heard Maryland yellow-throats along the shore, the phebe notes of the chickadee, and, I believe, redstarts, and moose-flies of large size pursued us in midstream.

The Indian thought that we should lie by on Sunday.

Said he, “We come here lookum things, look all round; but come Sunday, lock up all that, and then Monday look again.

” He spoke of an Indian of his acquaintance who had been with some ministers to Ktaadn, and had told him how they conducted.

This he described in a low and solemn voice.

“They make a long prayer every morning and night, and at every meal.

Come Sunday,” said he, “they stop ’em, no go at all that day,--keep still,--preach all day,--first one, then another, just like church.

Oh, ver good men.

” “One day,” said he, “going along a river, they came to the body of a man in the water, drowned good while, all ready fall to pieces.

They go right ashore,--stop there, go no farther that day,--they have meeting there, preach and pray just like Sunday.

Then they get poles and lift up the body, and they go back and carry the body with them.

Oh, they ver good men.

” I judged from this account that their every camp was a camp-meeting, and they had mistaken their route,--they should have gone to Eastham;

that they wanted an opportunity to preach somewhere more than to see Ktaadn.

I read of another similar party that seem to have spent their time there singing the songs of Zion.

I was glad that I did not go to that mountain with such slow coaches.

However, the Indian added, plying the paddle all the while, that if we would go along, he must go with us, he our man, and he suppose that if he no takum pay for what he do Sunday, then ther’s no harm, but if he takum pay, then wrong.

I told him that he was stricter than white men.

Nevertheless, I noticed that he did not forget to reckon in the Sundays at last.

He appeared to be a very religious man, and said his prayers in a loud voice, in Indian, kneeling before the camp, morning and evening,--sometimes scrambling up again in haste when he had forgotten this, and saying them with great rapidity.

In the course of the day, he remarked, not very originally, “Poor man rememberum God more than rich.

” We soon passed the island where I had camped four years before, and I recognized the very spot.

The deadwater, a mile or two below it, the Indian called _Beskabekukskishtuk_, from the lake _Beskabekuk_, which empties in above.

This deadwater, he said, was “a great place for moose always.

” We saw the grass bent where a moose came out the night before, and the Indian said that he could smell one as far as he could see him; but, he added, that if he should see five or six to-day close by canoe, he no shoot ’em.

Accordingly, as he was the only one of the party who had a gun, or had come a-hunting, the moose were safe.

Just below this, a cat owl flew heavily over the stream, and he, asking if I knew what it was, imitated very well the common _hoo, hoo, hoo, hoorer, hoo_, of our woods; making a hard, guttural sound, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,--ugh, ugh.

” When we passed the Moose-horn, he said that it had no name.

What Joe Aitteon had called Ragmuff, he called _Paytaytequick_, and said that it meant Burnt Ground Stream.

We stopped there, where I had stopped before, and I bathed in this tributary.

It was shallow but cold, apparently too cold for the Indian, who stood looking on.

As we were pushing away again, a white-headed eagle sailed over our heads.

A reach some miles above Pine Stream, where there were several islands, the Indian said was _Nonglangyis_ Deadwater.

Pine Stream he called Black River, and said that its Indian name was _Karsaootuk_.

He could go to Caribou Lake that way.

We carried a part of the baggage about Pine Stream Falls, while the Indian went down in the canoe.

A Bangor merchant had told us that two men in his employ were drowned some time ago while passing these falls in a batteau, and a third clung to a rock all night, and was taken off in the morning.

There were magnificent great purple fringed orchises on this carry and the neighboring shores.

I measured the largest canoe birch which I saw in this journey near the end of the carry.

It was 14½ feet in circumference at two feet from the ground, but at five feet divided into three parts.

The canoe birches thereabouts were commonly marked by conspicuous dark spiral ridges, with a groove between, so that I thought at first that they had been struck by lightning, but, as the Indian said, it was evidently caused by the grain of the tree.

He cut a small, woody knob, as big as a filbert, from the trunk of a fir, apparently an old balsam vesicle filled with wood, which he said was good medicine.

After we had embarked and gone half a mile, my companion remembered that he had left his knife, and we paddled back to get it, against the strong and swift current.

This taught us the difference between going up and down the stream, for while we were working our way back a quarter of a mile, we should have gone down a mile and a half at least.

So we landed, and while he and the Indian were gone back for it, I watched the motions of the foam, a kind of white water-fowl near the shore, forty or fifty rods below.

It alternately appeared and disappeared behind the rock, being carried round by an eddy.

Even this semblance of life was interesting on that lonely river.

Immediately below these falls was the Chesuncook Deadwater, caused by the flowing back of the lake.

As we paddled slowly over this, the Indian told us a story of his hunting thereabouts, and something more interesting about himself.

It appeared that he had represented his tribe at Augusta, and also once at Washington, where he had met some Western chiefs.

He had been consulted at Augusta, and gave advice, which he said was followed, respecting the eastern boundary of Maine, as determined by highlands and streams, at the time of the difficulties on that side.

He was employed with the surveyors on the line.

Also he had called on Daniel Webster in Boston, at the time of his Bunker Hill oration.

I was surprised to hear him say that he liked to go to Boston, New York, Philadelphia, etc. , etc. ; that he would like to live there.

But then, as if relenting a little, when he thought what a poor figure he would make there, he added, “I suppose, I live in New York, I be poorest hunter, I expect.

” He understood very well both his superiority and his inferiority to the whites.

He criticised the people of the United States as compared with other nations, but the only distinct idea with which he labored was, that they were “very strong,” but, like some individuals, “too fast.

” He must have the credit of saying this just before the general breaking down of railroads and banks.

He had a great idea of education, and would occasionally break out into such expressions as this, “Kademy--a-cad-e-my--good thing--I suppose they usum Fifth Reader there....

You been college?

” From this deadwater the outlines of the mountains about Ktaadn were visible.

The top of Ktaadn was concealed by a cloud, but the Souneunk Mountains were nearer, and quite visible.

We steered across the northwest end of the lake, from which we looked down south-southeast, the whole length to Joe Merry Mountain, seen over its extremity.

It is an agreeable change to cross a lake, after you have been shut up in the woods, not only on account of the greater expanse of water, but also of sky.

It is one of the surprises which Nature has in store for the traveler in the forest.

To look down, in this case, over eighteen miles of water, was liberating and civilizing even.

No doubt, the short distance to which you can see in the woods, and the general twilight, would at length react on the inhabitants, and make them salvages.

The lakes also reveal the mountains, and give ample scope and range to our thought.

The very gulls which we saw sitting on the rocks, like white specks, or circling about, reminded me of custom-house officers.

Already there were half a dozen log huts about this end of the lake, though so far from a road.

I perceive that in these woods the earliest settlements are, for various reasons, clustering about the lakes, but partly, I think, for the sake of the neighborhood as the oldest clearings.

They are forest schools already established,--great centres of light.

Water is a pioneer which the settler follows, taking advantage of its improvements.

Thus far only I had been before.

About noon we turned northward, up a broad kind of estuary, and at its northeast corner found the Caucomgomoc River, and after going about a mile from the lake, reached the Umbazookskus, which comes in on the right at a point where the former river, coming from the west, turns short to the south.

Our course was up the Umbazookskus, but as the Indian knew of a good camping-place, that is, a cool place where there were few mosquitoes about half a mile farther up the Caucomgomoc, we went thither.

The latter river, judging from the map, is the longer and principal stream, and, therefore, its name must prevail below the junction.

So quickly we changed the civilizing sky of Chesuncook for the dark wood of the Caucomgomoc.

On reaching the Indian’s camping-ground, on the south side, where the bank was about a dozen feet high, I read on the trunk of a fir tree, blazed by an axe, an inscription in charcoal which had been left by him.

It was surmounted by a drawing of a bear paddling a canoe, which he said was the sign which had been used by his family always.

The drawing, though rude, could not be mistaken for anything but a bear, and he doubted my ability to copy it.

The inscription ran thus, _verbatim et literatim_.

I interline the English of his Indian as he gave it to me.

[The figure of a bear in a boat.

] July 26 1853 ----------- _niasoseb_ We alone Joseph _Polis elioi_ Polis start _sia olta_ for Oldtown _onke ni_ right away _quambi_ ------------ July 15 1855 _niasoseb_ He added now below:-- 1857 July 26 Jo.

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