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the handkerchief. The shells and other missing 

 things were under the alders. 



It did not take long to get me into my sleeping 

 bag, cover up, and forget all about my tormentors. 

 In an hour and a half the guide returned with the 

 dry underclothing which I put on, and was then ready 

 once more to brave the raw air and the hustling flies. 



I might remark, by the way, that if the plague-fly 

 of the Egyptians was a more accomplished biter than 

 is the black fly of New Brunswick, in the lingo of to- 

 day, he must have been a " dandy." 



