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in climbing np the bank at various points, and then 

 The Assiniboine, having tied the end of a long rope to 

 the tail of the remaining horse, stripped and drove 

 him in, holding on to the mane with his only hand. 

 They crossed and landed with little difficulty, but the 

 rope had become unfastened, and we w^ere yet in a 

 quandary how to bring the raft across at once, for the 

 river was too deep for any pole, and too wide for the 

 rope to be thrown across. In this dilemma we fastened 

 one end of the rope round the body of the dog Papillon, 

 which The Assiniboine had brought with him, and 

 when called by his master he swam across with it. 

 We then ferried all the baggage over in a few voyages, 

 and bade final adieu to the unkindly Myette with 

 immense satisfaction. We pursued our way along the 

 base of the pine-clad hills, now beginning to diverge 

 more wddely, and through scenery w^hich bore a 

 strono: likeness to the beautiful vale of Todmorden, in 

 A^orkshire. One of the snowy peaks closely resembled 

 the pyramidal Priest's Eock, and white-topped moun- 

 tains rose up more thickly around us. 



Extensive fires had swept over this portion of 

 country years before, and great trees lay fallen across 

 the path, tangled and interlaced on every side. We 

 had great difficulty in driving the horses along, for 

 they continually forked out of the track, to escape 

 the barriers across it, and hid themselves in the thick 

 wood. We met with many severe falls, in jumping our 

 horses over the fallen trees, which were often so close 

 together that there was barely standing room between 

 for the horse, from which to take a second spring over 



