At length we reached a waterfall of nearly thirty feet in height, where the river rushed over the rocks and fell down perpendicularly in masses of foam.  Kakaik made signs to us that we must land and carry our canoes for some distance through the wood.  This is what is called making a "portage."  Accordingly we unloaded them, and piled up our goods at the foot of the fall.  We then lifted the canoes out of the water; Kakaik taking one bottom upwards on his shoulders and walking off with it. Mike imitated his example, as one man could get between the trees better than two, and the canoes were so light that they could be carried with ease.  Reuben, shouldering a portion of the goods, followed the Indian; and I, with another bale on my shoulders and the paddles and gun under my arm, kept close after Mike--leaving the remainder of the things for a second trip.