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and it was a wonder that the boat did not break 

 amidship, from the force of the impact against 

 the sharp stones. But at last, when "the iron 

 tongue of midnight had tolled twelve," we 

 rounded a point, and ran alongside of a little 

 wharf. We mentally thanked God we were 

 safe, and near a cabin, in spite of wind, rain, 

 and a gravelly bottom. 



The sun rose bright and warm the next 

 morning, which was the twenty-fourth of Au- 

 gust. We put in some time fishing with the 

 fly for graylings in a swift and rocky-bottomed 

 river. I had read much about the good qual- 

 ities of this far-famed fish, but my anticipa- 

 tion of some splendid sport in catching a mess 

 of them was rudely dispelled when one of 

 them jumped at the fly and swallowed it, and 

 then calmly gave up the fight, actually swim- 

 ming towards the shore so as not to give me 

 any trouble in hauling him out of the water. 

 "The pleasantest angling is to see the fish cut 

 with her golden oars the silver stream," but 

 the stream was not silver, and the fish didn't 

 do any "cutting" ; so I gave up in disgust. 



The afternoon was spent in sitting with a 

 twenty-two calibre rifle on the edge of a pond 

 waiting for some wild ducks to drop in, but 

 none "dropped." A member of the Ashiack 



