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this the guide related to us as we rubbed our eyes after our 

 lirst sleep in camp for the trip; and then, since breakfast 

 was only possible 10 us at Little Rapids, we tumbled into 

 our boats and proceeded thither as speedily as possible. 



Hastily crossing the cany there, of only a quarter of a 

 mile. \ve came upon the Manager, sitting on a log. in all 

 the solitary grandeur of a martyr, with blotched face and 

 hands, a red handkerchief about his neck, with eyes sug 

 festive of a night of highly seasoned social festivity, and 

 as solemn as an o\vl. 



"How are you, anyway? " 



"Glad to tind \mi safe and sound!" 



"Thought you were \u<\. or drowned!" 



" Might as well have been," replied the Manager to our 

 varied x'lutation<: -"] didn't sleep a wink, ami I \\a- 

 cold, and as soon as the sun was up this morning the black 

 tlie< |)ounced on me a< if it was their la<t chance. See my 

 face? and m\ hands? I'm about eaten up. Oh. you may 

 think if- fun to -jvi lost, Without a blanket, and sleep in 

 perdition and wake up in 



Torment, 1 su>ped you mean," politely su Bested the 

 Judge; "still, you come out pretty well, considering what 

 might have happened." 



"Trust, a newspaper man to strike on his feet everv 

 time' " triumphantl\ added the Kdilor. who, however, had 

 been slightly angry, the night before, at the intimation that 

 hi- "snakes " were hypothetical. 



Our breakfast was speedily got ready and set before us. 

 The Manager had not in the least exa liberated the facts as 



