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one door I was going out by the other and hiding 

 as much as possible. I ran for the woods, which 

 at the house were quite close. My object was 

 now to reach the river opposite the high hill men- 

 tioned and if I saw signs of a watchman there, 

 to continue up the east side of the river, swim 

 over somewhere and thus get to the pool which 

 was on the west side. Counting the windings, I 

 had two miles of nasty walking, partly through 

 swampy ground, to reach the river. I ap- 

 proached cautiously on the edge of the bank, and 

 peering through the branches I saw an Indian 

 sitting on the top of the hill, watching the river 

 and smoking his pipe. I began to have hope of 

 success. I hastened through the woods to reach 

 a path on the east side and up this I went at top 

 speed. This path ended at the foot of a steep 

 cliff forming a small pool, where I stripped and 

 swam over, carrying what light clothes I had on 

 my head. I was soon over the quarter of a mile 

 that remained to reach the last pool, at the foot 

 of the falls. In the falls itself, which were a 

 succession of drops, were some deep holes, called 

 pots, in which the salmon rested in their ascent. 

 Going quietly over a projection of the rocks I saw 

 William, speer in hand, watching on the edge of 

 a pot for a fish to show itself. On the rocks 

 near by were two dead salmon. I was standing 

 about fifteen feet from him. A salmon surged up 

 in the boiling waters. Down went the spear, there 



