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turbed, at times he slept soundly and then again he 

 had been kept awake by the slowly accumulating wa- 

 ter in the boat. Not wanting to make any noise for 

 fear of possibly alarming a prowling grizzly bear, he 

 had suffered and endured this condition in silence. 

 There's grit for you. 



When we arrived at our cabin he complained of a 

 headache and a swelling in his throat, and that night I 

 induced him to bathe his feet in hot water for twenty 

 minutes and go to bed without his supper. This evi- 

 dently was the proper treatment for him, as he was all 

 right the next morning, but he asked to be excused 

 from any more lying-out watches at night. 



It now commenced to rain, and continued to pour in 

 a steady shower, such as only this part of British Co- 

 lumbia and some sections of the tropics can revel in. 

 There was not the slightest let-up by day or night until 

 forty-eight hours had passed. You may ask what was 

 to be done during such a downpour of rain? The 

 cabin, 12 x 14, was no place to sit in and none to hunt 

 in. If the fire was burning brightly, you had to go 

 out-of-doors on account of the heat, and just then it 

 was very wet out-of-doors. 



On the opposite side of the river from the cabin was 

 a growth of magnificent Douglas firs, perhaps a hun- 

 dred of them in all. These trees are tall and stately ; 

 straight as an arrow, and gradually tapering off until 

 the top of the stem is reached. In a strong wind they 



