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by a united request for a rest. We now took seats on a 

 log ; were bathed in perspiration and blowing like a wind- 

 broken horse. We ventured to remonstrate with him for 

 travelling so rapidly ; suggested that he had kept so far 

 ahead of us that had he discovered game, as he was not 

 provided with a gun, the birds would in all probability have 

 escaped before a shot could be fired. He told us that he 

 was a very fast traveller ; was not walking this afternoon 

 as rapidly as usual, but would try to moderate his pace to- 

 suit us. We soon started again ; he travelled now faster 

 than before. We walked and ran in our efforts to keep up 

 to him, but found it impossible. This chase was continued 

 about three hours, when we halted in front of the log cabin 

 which he intended we should occupy during the night. 

 This tramp was one long to be remembered, and suffi- 

 ciently severe to deter any one from entering the woods 

 for the purpose of hunting, if he believed such exercise was 

 required, but we knew it to be unnecessary and inconsistent 

 with any success. The Governor arrived in front of the 

 cabin a few moments after we reached it. His face was 

 bathed in perspiration, almost livid with rage, and he di- 

 rected his eyes towards John, who had just seated himself 

 on a log near the cabin door. John probably felt the force 

 of this piercing look, as he meekly inquired, " Did you find 

 the stream which I described to you ?" We found the dry 

 bed of a mountain stream, but I don't believe there ever 

 was water enough in it to cover a three-pound trout, except 

 during the early spring when the snow is melting. Our 

 whole party was tired, disappointed, and disgusted with the 

 conduct of John. The colored guide, Jim, had opened the 



