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there at a safe distance, moving slowly in ad- 

 vance of me for some time, evidently trying 

 to make out what had alarmed him. Then re- 

 ceiving the dreaded whiff in full measure, he 



Sunset on the Columbia. 



made a bolt and soon put distance between him 

 and his pursuer. 



The end of the long portage reached, we 

 pitched camp just as the sun was setting in 

 a dip in the line of the mountains, towering 

 snow-clad in the air, the pathway of the sunset 



