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ill the attempt, he turned the boat's head sliore- 

 wards, and was lucky enough to have chosen a spot 

 where she was thrown up high and dry on the 

 beach. He had walked about a little, to restore 

 circulation to his cramped limbs, and had then 

 dragged the dying islander out of the boat, and 

 covered him over with leaves for warmth ; whilst 

 thus sadly employed he had struck a path which 

 he was following when the party met him. He 

 and the Sandwich Islander were the only survivors 

 of the pinnace, and as the crew of Mr. Fox's 

 boat were never heard of again, they undoubtedly 

 perished to a man ; thus eight valuable lives were 

 lost within sight of the future settlement by the 

 rashness — to give it no harder name — of Captain 

 Thorn. 



"But now the vessel was safely moored in the 

 Columbia River, and the hour to quit her hateful 

 shelter had arrived — an hour welcomed by my 

 father and by every one of the Tonquins pas- 

 sengers. They had been treated like dogs on board, 

 so it was no wonder they felt glad to get away. But 

 it is getting late, Monsieur Paul, and as Monsieur 

 Groves shows no sign of turning up, we will go to 

 sleep now, and I can finish my father's experiences 

 in Oregon to-morrow night. AJi ! nics amis, I shall 

 have some of your feets in my trap soon," he added, 



