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the tent, taking nothing but the beds and stove 
within. Early next morning Hunter awoke me, 
saying, ‘‘I guess we are in for a mess,” and no 
wonder, for the end of my bed was then lying 
in over an inch of water. As it was not quite 
light when we made this discovery, we were 
unable to tell exactly what damage was done, 
and had to wait with the best grace possible 
until we could see sufficiently well to find the 
boat. My long gum boots were luckily standing 
up—it was a marvel I had not pulled them off 
and allowed them to remain where they fell, in 
which case I should have been more uncom- 
fortable still, if that were possible. Hunter 
informed me that the grub-box had gone, but 
the boat was all right. Now, the former was a 
hopeless disaster, for it contained all the food, 
tobacco, and matches we possessed—the loss 
of the boat would only have been one degree 
worse. I took my glasses, searching the whole 
flat, but could see nothing. It seems that the 
tide had been an abnormally high one, a fact 
that accounted for our being flooded out. We 
had to search for the grub-box, and entered the 
boat, proceeding towards the sea, when Hunter 
said, ‘“‘ What is that?’ There, in the far dis- 
tance, we espied an object which proved to be 
the truant box. It had the bear skin still covering 
it, and how it managed to float to so great a 
distance puzzled me. It rested on the only 
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