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asked him if it was not time to start on the search. The 

 captain rubbed his eyes and rephed in the affirmative. We 

 then both arose and stepped from our respective tents into 

 the open air. At that moment we heard the voice of Mr. 

 Mildenberger. It was indistinct ; he evidently was a great 

 distance from us, but we both now felt assured that he 

 was still alive. We recognized the voice as that of our pho- 

 tographer. The captain quickly fired two shots, hoping 

 that Mr. Mildenberger would hear the sound; and then 

 he promptly started for the shore where his canoe was 

 lying ; the little bark was shoved off on the water, and, oc- 

 cupied by our sturdy backwoodsman, she glided away on 

 the smooth surface of the lake with great rapidity. We 

 listened intently to the shots fired from the captain's rifle, 

 and also to his lusty shouts. We had expected that these 

 sounds would elicit a reply from our lost friend, but no an- 

 swer was heard. The captain paddled quickly across the 

 lake ; the canoe was drawn on the shore ; the sound of his 

 voice and the report of his rifle were heard more than half 

 an hour after he entered the woods ; but both gradually 

 grew less distinct, and finally were heard no more. We 

 had expected to hear some answering shots or shouts from 

 Mr. Mildenberger, but none have reached our ears since 

 the early dawn. Is he wandering away from us ? Has he 

 failed to hear our shots ? These were the questions asked 

 in our camp. George has prepared our breakfast and we 

 have attempted to supply nature's demand. We found 

 little pleasure around our board this morning ; could not 

 enjoy our food ; two of our members are absent, the cap- 

 tain and Mr. Mildenberger, and when will they be with us 



