National Geographic : 1949 Jun
E. F'rd Miller Cascades Cannot Stop the Salmon's Migratory Urge; He Leaps as if on Jet Power From June to September the salmon, quitting the Atlantic, seek their spawning grounds in fresh water's gravelly headwaters. Unlike their Pacific kindred, they do not close their life cycle with this adventure, but descend again to sea. This pair climbed the falls on Northwest Brook by taking one desperate leap, then swimming violently the rest of the way. we'd asked him to fly under the falls!" The great river, biggest and longest in Labrador, plunges 245 feet at the Grand Falls. A deep caldron, hemmed by 400-foot cliffs, receives the foamy tide. Counting the descent through the rapids just above and below the falls, the total drop is 1,038 feet. Here is one of the earth's out standing undeveloped waterpower sources. Millions of Horsepower-Unused! Northwest of the Grand Falls, 135 miles away, Canadian mining interests, based at Burnt Creek, Quebec, are exploring iron de posits said to be among the richest ever found. Part of the deposits are in Labrador and part in Quebec. To exploit these resources would call for building a 360-mile railroad through rough Labrador and Quebec hinterland. What future awaits Grand Falls, which surveyors say might yield up to 5,000,000 horsepower if certain control works and di- versions were effected? Who knows? For the present, eerie mist wraiths and deep throated rumblings of the great cataract force superstitious Indians to give it a wide berth. Hangar Queen circled the gleaming spec tacle of the falls for half an hour. We winged back to Goose Bay with a helping wind. Our take-off had been at 12:15. At 2:30 we were enjoying late lunch. By canoe the trip would have taken at least a month. I returned to Gander Airport and boarded plane to leave Newfoundland. I remembered how three of my new northern friends, saying good-bye, had honored me with a homely old-time toast. In turn their offer ings were: "I looks towards ye," "I smiles accordin',", "I likewise nods!" For my part, I looked, smiled, and nodded farewell to Newfoundland. The big island dropped away. Clouds thickened below, drawing a veil over dark forests, silver lakes, and brawling streams.