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frantically, and to my relief I felt it break loose 

 from the stony clasp of the sunken rocks. I passed 

 the falls without mishap, and gliding into the 

 placid dead-waters of Passamagamet I rested from 

 my labours, utterly exhausted by my first attempt 

 at the rapids. 



The next day at 9 o'clock I left Passamagamet, 

 carrying my canoe and things across the quarter- 

 mile carry ; the road was rough and rocky, and this, 

 my first experience of canoe-carrying, strongly 

 prejudiced me against such arduous labour. The 

 wind was ahead, so that paddling to the next rapids, 

 which bear the name of Katepskonegan (commonly 

 pronounced Debsconeag), meaning in Indian 

 language "carry place," was slow work, and it 

 was afternoon when I commenced taking my load 

 over the carry of about three-quarters of a mile. 

 Another three miles by water and I reached the 

 much dreaded Pockwockomus carry, which is a 

 mile and a half long, and the roughest of rough 

 roads, covered with rocks and fallen timber. My 

 canoe, photographic material, tent, food, &c., made 

 three good loads of about ninety pounds each, so 

 that this carry meant a nine-miles' walking. By 

 the time I had made two trips I was so utterly 

 exhausted that no power on earth could have made 

 me carry that dreaded canoe. As it was growing 

 late I concluded that I had better make ready my 

 camp for the night. 



When morning came my courage came with it, 

 and I carried that canoe over that mile and a half. 

 Again the wind was ahead, as also was the current, 

 which ran swiftly. There were rapids to run and 



