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S. had several down, and was chasing some 

 wounded ones, when we started after the two 

 seen to fall out towards the ice. The wind 

 and the tide were in our favour going for them, 

 and they were soon in the boat, as we found 

 them dead. But now, friends, the wind and 

 tide combined say, " Get back." 



Will worked and pumped. Sometimes we 

 gained a little, and oftener didn't. When he 

 caved in I took his place, and pumped those 

 paddles, till the sap was nearly gone. Then 

 we anchored awhile, and looked in scorn at 

 those two birds that were working so hard. 

 Anchor is up again, and those ponderous 

 wheels are revolving with a swiftness and 

 power approaching those of a Cunarder. 

 White Daisy is forging ahead, and more out 

 of the tide. Then we got hopeful, and, after 

 a time, came to anchorage near S., who had 

 been watching our struggle back. " How 

 many have you, S. and John ? Half a dozen?" 

 " Well, I guess. " " I don't believe it." "Well, 

 you may, for we have." " For we have what ? " 

 " Why, if you must know, six." "I don't 

 believe it yet." " Well, then, count. There's 

 one there's two there's three." I noticed, 



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