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ing his burning face and hands he began the work 

 of quenching his thirst. He drank slowly and finally 

 felt that he had sufficient. But as he started from 

 the water he felt the thirst again and drank again 

 and again. 



Reaching the top of the bank, the naturalist sat 

 down to consider his situation. He had promised 

 himself that when he reached water he would camp 

 for the night, but now he felt so refreshed that he 

 thought he would get to the tent and have a good rest 

 and breakfast before he started again for his speci- 

 mens. By this time he was again very thirsty, and he 

 made another trip to the water before he started up the 

 river. He knew the camp was above him, but just 

 how far he could not tell. An hour or more was 

 spent in getting through the underbrush, and then 

 he was compelled to get another drink. He now deter- 

 mined to make one more effort, and if he failed he 

 would give up for the night. Stumbling along over 

 rocks and poles, he soon found himself in a wilderness 

 of huge logs. It was so dark that he ran into the trees 

 before he was aware of their vicinity. Feeling his 

 way along, stumbling and falling, with bruised and 

 bleeding limbs, he was indeed a pitiable object, but he 

 pushed on and on. Finally he sat on a log and gave 

 up. He dozed and nodded from exhaustion, when 

 suddenly he heard a shot away up the canon. It was 

 evidently the guide making signals to bring him into 

 camp. Giving the answer he now pushed on, won- 

 dering why the shots sounded so far away. Once 

 again the shots were exchanged, and from the sound 



he judged the camp must be fully five miles away. 

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