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Porpoise -Shooting. 



" Dark comin' now pretty quick, Sebatis ; by-em-by pretty hard 

 chance landin'," said Pieltoma. 



Bang! goes Sebatis's gun in answer. 



" What was that Sebatis ? " 



" Only a small little porpus, — too small count 'im, most." 



In a few moments they had the porpoise aboard and paddled 

 rapidly for our proposed landing-place at Eel Brook, where we were 

 to camp for the night. The Indians* carried the canoe over the beach 

 to the foot of a hill, where some tall fir-trees gave us shelter. They 

 then turned the canoe partly on its side and propped it up with pieces 

 of wood, then spread the sail on poles placed across the canoe, and 

 our habitation was complete. 



Sound, indeed, was our slumber that night, — 



" While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighboring ocean 

 Speaks, and, in accents disconsolate, answers the wail of the forest." 



