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obtained a good supply of fine fish, we slowly passed 

 along tlie tigt, well-slieltered shore, while the 

 heavy wind sighed through the lofty branches over 

 our heads. Now a gleam of light comes over the 

 dark water, just beyond that high bluff; we are near 

 the camp, and in a few moments stand again on the 

 beach. This day is done, and yet the storm continues, 

 but we hope we may be more favored to-morrow. 



December 22(i. — ^Last night I soon fell asleep after 

 such vigorous use of the paddle, though the storm 

 wailed, and my couch was any thing but a bed of down. 

 At midnight a troubled dream disturbed my brain. 

 An indefinite horror thrilled along my veins as I fan- 

 cied for a moment that I was whirling round such a 

 deep yawning maelstrom as Poe has pictured, and 

 then literally " a change came o'er the spirit of my 

 dream," but scarcely a change for the better, for I 

 was fixed in the midst of a water-spout, and, in my 

 struggles to escape, awoke and found a great stream 

 of water pouring down on me from the tarpaulin 

 that formed the roof of our tent. A heavy shower 

 had come on, and the water was all running into a 

 depression in the sail over me, in which, of course, 

 there was a hole, so that the whole formed one big 

 tunnel. Of course, both K. and the controleur en- 

 joyed my discomfiture greatly, but I consoled myself 

 with the thought that long before daylight they 

 would find themselves in the same plight ; and the 

 next morning, apparently, the thing that was farthest 

 from their thoughts was to inquire of me in regard 

 to the water-spout. 



That i^ortion of the party that had left Kema in 



