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time an old mackinac coat, now in rags and tatters, 

 and an old red sweater in like condition. These I took 

 with me, as it was now becoming cold, and I might 

 have to sleep out all night. They would come in very 

 handy, as it will be remembered that I had parted with 

 all superfluous clothing, and the lunch into the bargain, 

 before leaving the old lumber camps. 



A glass bottle with about an ounce of honey at the 

 bottom I also found, and this was taken along, too. I 

 got to the dam at 4 : 05 p. M. and darkness was already 

 settling down. I fired two cartridges and waited a 

 few minutes, but received no reply. I then put on the 

 old coat and sweater, built a fire and heated a tin dip- 

 perful of water. This latter I did twice and drank the 

 two pints of hot water and ate the ounce of honey, which 

 somewhat satisfied the fierce cravings of hunger, as I 

 had eaten nothing since five o'clock in the morning. 



Next I gathered a pile of wood to keep up a fire 

 during the night if it should be necessary. But hark ! 

 listen to that ! A shot, and yet another, from the di- 

 rection of the camp above. That meant that the guide, 

 who I was sure would be following back and forward on 

 that old tote-road looking for me, had returned to camp. 



I fired my last cartridge in response, and in reply 

 a single shot was fired from the camp two miles away. 

 A half hour more and a canoe rounded a bend in the 

 thoroughfare and Albert cried out through the dark- 

 ness, " Thank God, you're safe ! " 



