96 THE ST. REGIS AM) SA KAN ACS. 



" Thea we'll go; " and in tin- pouring rain we stowed 

 our luggage and ourselves info the boats, and started on our 

 toilsome way up-stream in search of a roof and a dry bed. 

 SI ill the rain poured, as we proceeded up Hie river to the 

 rapids, down which we had bumped and thumped, but 

 up which there was to be some vigorous lugging. 



The Editor has a manly form that holds a wagon -eat 

 down firmly, ballasts a boat satisfactorily, and aiTords an 

 exhaustive test of the honest material- and workmanship 

 of Kail-banks' scales. It accorded with the tilne-s of thing- - 

 Ihat on this occasion Chris., into whose two arm- had gone 

 the strength of the lost leg, shonM !< his oar-man. \\hile 

 the tough, wiry little llalsey should row hi- slim and thin 

 companion. IJut at tin- rapid-. ChrK wa - at a disadvantage. 

 He could tramp through the forest with the In -t of u- Ib 

 could carry a small pack on his hack. He could leap a log 

 with his crutch and cane and one leu win-re our two ' 

 faltered, but he couldn't wade up rapid- among the rot k- 

 and swirls, in a thunder-storm, and at the same linn- drag a 

 boat behind him. 



The Editor could, and' he did. Ensconced in a huge, 

 black rubber coat and under a broad brimmed, slouch hat, 

 he preserved a semblance of dry ness and comfort in the 

 upper story, but the basement was hopelessly damp. With 

 a rope over his shoulder he did good mule power work at 

 towing the boat, as he picked his way among the hidden 

 rocks, and splashed and pitched and stumbled his devious 

 course up the rapids, following, it is true, the lead of 

 Chris., who forged ahead like 'a locomotive under full 



