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continued until nine of the twelve miles had been 

 covered, and then came the rain in a deluge. 



Our guide had no camp, but he had long ago found a 

 spruce tree which was set at such an angle that we would 

 be perfectly dry under its sheltering branches. With 

 some little difficulty we made a safe landing, carried 

 our dunnage and supplies to the lucky spot, pulled the 

 boat up on the rocks out of danger of wind and water, 

 and then gave hearty mental thanks for our safety. 

 The storm varied in intensity through the night, but 

 quieted down enough by morning to permit us to pass 

 onward to our destination. 



When we pushed off from the sheltering arm of the 

 spruce boughs, we saw ahead of us what appeared to be 

 a gap only the width of a creek where the feet of two 

 mountains came down from opposite sides and almost 

 closed the channel ; but when the boat entered the pass 

 it was found to be nearly a mile wide. The height of 

 the mountains on each side had played with our sense 

 of distance. 



Once more the Swamp Eiver was entered. There 

 were two channels, and the water in both looked 

 fiercely swift ; the left channel was chosen. It was 

 filled with sand-bars and had a few deep pools and 

 some rather bad rapids. These were passed by one man 

 walking on the bank pulling with the rope, another 

 holding the boat out with the canoe pole, and the 

 writer using the stern paddle. 



