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now about as pronounced a brunette as its owner. 

 The other blanket was gray, but even through this 

 sombre shade, as well as through the rank odor 

 it emitted, gave evidence that it had not been 

 washed for many years. Pean brought with him 

 a cotton bedspread that had also once been 

 white, but left this with the canoe. In my pack I 

 carried the grub, and an extra coat for use on the 

 mountain, where we expected to encounter colder 

 weather. 



We started up the mountain at ten o'clock in the 

 forenoon. For the first two miles we skirted its 

 base to the eastward, through dense timber, crossing 

 several deep, dark jungles and swamps. Then we 

 began the ascent proper, and as soon as we got up a 

 few hundred feet on the mountain side, we found 

 numerous fresh deer-signs. We halted to rest, when 

 Pean took from its case his gun, which up to this 

 time he had kept covered, and which I naturally 

 supposed to be a good, modern weapon. It proved, 

 however, an old smooth bore, muzzle-loading, 

 percussion-lock musket, of .65 calibre, with a 

 barrel about fifty inches long. He drew out the 

 wiping stick, on the end of which was a wormer, 

 pulled a wad of paper from the gun and poured a 

 charge of shot out into his hand. This he put care- 

 fully into his shot-bag. Then he took from another 

 pouch a No. 1 buckshot, and dropped it into the 

 muzzle of his musket. It rolled down onto the 

 powder, when he again inserted the bunch of paper, 

 rammed it home with the rod, put on a cap, and was 

 loaded for bear, deer, or whatever else he might 

 encounter. He then replaced the musket in its seal- 



