National Geographic : 1942 Jan
The National Geographic Magazine Eugene E. Wilson Few Travelers See Snowy Vaureal Falls, Higher Than Niagara No trail by-passes this cascade, which drops about 180 feet into a canyon with vertical walls. The Wilson-Day party pioneered a portage around it through spruce thickets, swamps, and a maze of fallen trees (page 140). leaned over and grabbed for his tail. As I swung all 15 pounds of him up the beach, I saw the hook drop out of his mouth. Fearful lest my prize flop down the steep bank to freedom, I scrambled up and threw myself on him bodily, like a halfback falling on a loose ball. Covered with slime, I was triumphantly hefting my trophy when a dry cackle came from the edge of the woods. There stood my guide, net in hand. "Cesaire," I bellowed, "were you here all the time I played that fish?" "Oui, monsieur," he replied with perfect politeness. "Then why didn't you come down with the net?" "Monsieur has caught so manee feesh! An' eet was good to see you pull de saumon out by de tail." Cesaire chuckled again. "An' 'ow you fall on heem! Ah, monsieur-I beg your pardon-but eet was per-fect!" Each Anticosti river lodge is a station on the island's single-wire telephone line, which provides news and gossip free of charge. To hear the latest, you pick up the earpiece and listen in. I had to talk on the phone one day to Mr. Graham at Port Menier. Before hanging up, I had a sudden hunch. "Madame Apestiguy!" I shouted into the mouthpiece, "are you there?" "Yes, Monsieur Wilson, I am here!" and there was a click as the redoubtable madame hung up. The Germans Have Landed! Another day, while we were loading the canoe for a day's fishing, I heard the phone ringing. One of the boys answered it. A mo ment later, Jean rushed out shouting, "De Germans-de Germans 'ave landed on de island!" I realized that the people were more than a little German-conscious since the German "scientific" expedition to Anticosti (page 128).