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located themselves a few hundred yards below us. 

 As we descended the river next morning, we stopped 

 to exchange salutations and inform them of the con 

 dition of the fishing. Being ourselves abundantly 

 satisfied with killing trout, we proposed making a 

 short visit to the romantic Harmony before return- 

 ing to the Sault, and left the strangers in the sole 

 possession of the Batchawaung. 



We found the Harmony lower and warmer than 

 we had left it, almost deserted by trout, but other- 

 wise as beautiful and picturesque as ever. We lin- 

 gered round the falls, and listened to the noisy cas- 

 cade, drank from the ice-cold spring, shot a few 

 ducks on the lower stretch of water, killed a dozen 

 fine trout at the upper shute, and indulged in the 

 luxury of laziness. 



Don had been heretofore as active as any member 

 of the party, often up the first and to bed the last ; 

 frequently rousing the guides from their slumbers by 

 a loon-like call, repeated until they appeared ; but 

 on our first morning at the Harmony he positively 

 refused to get up, and to my persistent entreaties, 

 replied in a despondent voice : 



" It is no use ; you give me no rest, keep me up 



every night till eleven, work me to death all day, 



and let the flies and mosquitoes annoy me without 



cessation. I will stand it no longer, and intend to 



leep as late as I please." 



"But, Don, breakfast is ready, and you will 

 lose it." 



" Then I shall have a second breakfast You feed 



