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rest, but sailing along looking out for some good point 

 of land on which to pitch our camp. 



Mitchell made no replies to our inquiries, but kept 

 paddling along among the lily pads until he reached 

 a point near the Raquette river and mooring our 

 boats to the shore, began to prepare for the night. 



Yours truly. 



