DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



ture, we delighted in all, and flourished to the 

 fullest extent, until ready for home which is 

 a good place, despite the answer of the old 

 gallant who had courted a lady for years, and 

 on being questioned why he did not marry^ 

 her, replied, "If I were to marry her where 

 would I spend my evenings?" 



Time is up, licenses expired. The Silver 

 Doctor abandons his lucrative practice ; the 

 Grizzly King abdicates; the Parmacheene 

 Belle is en deshabille. The canoes are loaded, 

 and now, with wind and current favorable, we 

 weigh anchor. 



Many of the rapids around which we car- 

 ried, roped or poled up can be safely run on 

 the downward trip. They are not dangerous 

 to one familiar with their peculiar cross-cur- 

 rents and backsets, though to the stranger they 

 spell disaster. To the Indian a rapid which 

 he has seen the second time is simply one 

 which he knows how to navigate. The 

 smooth, swift glide of the homeward-bound 

 canoe is exhilarating and full of sheer de- 

 light, but not especially thrilling. 

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