This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter V Fort McMurray to Smith's Landing on the Slave River I The Orahame I Beauty of Northern Twilights I Fort Chippewyan i The Slave River: The Peace River Basin. We found the Grahame a much larger and more comfortable boat than the Midnight Sun, though constructed on the same lines, both being flat-bottomed craft and propelled by stern wheels. It was late in the afternoon of another very hot day, July 2, when we resumed our journey, and sitting on the deck, I watched a panorama of rare beauty unrolled to view as we descended the river. The Clearwater mingled its contents slowly and reluctantly with those of the turbid Athabaska. Islands clothed with green spruce receded from view as others appeared in the distance. It was after seven o'clock in the evening, when we left McMurray and yet we sat for hours taking no note of time, till some one remarked it was getting late, though the sun, away around in the north-west, was still a little above the horizon, and seemed very loathe to sink below it. As in "The Lotos Eaters," it seemed "a land where it was always afternoon." There are two features that cannot fail to impress the stranger on his visit to these regions, especially in midsummer; first, those northern twilights, and second, the profound silence that always seems to fall like a pall on the wilderness as the gathering shadows increase more and more till all nature is embraced in silent slumber. Frequently we tied up to the shore for the few dark hours we enjoyed at this time and in this latitude, later we had none--and the death-like tranquillity of those approaching nights was almost bewildering in its intensity. One actually seemed to have approached very near to the heart of nature. This sensation brought back to mind the...