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knocked out. It was a case of walking nearly a mile over 

 very bad going back to the mill unless I could relieve him, 

 and this was finally accomplished by fastening two or 

 three hooks to a stone and throwing the same across the 

 river. The Doctor then had fair luck, and when we de- 

 cided to turn back had fourteen good-sized fish in his 

 creel. Half way back he sat down on an overhanging 

 ledge to reach a very enticing-looking spot and then, bet- 

 ter to accomphsh the leaning over act, he took his basket 

 off and placed it on a ledge near him. Not succeeding in 

 landing a fish at the promising looking pool, he continued 

 his way, and when he met me at the mill was in high glee 

 over his good luck. When I asked for the proof the doc- 

 tor reached for his basket, and the look on his face when 

 he discovered it was not there was ludicrous in the ex- 

 treme. His carelessness cost him a half-mile climb over 

 the rocks, the journey no way lightened by the voices that 

 sounded in his ears: *'0h. Doc, you never forget any- 

 thing." Poor Dr. John Kennedy has crossed another 

 river since then, and it is one from which there is no 

 return ; he has joined the silent majority. He was a big- 

 hearted man, a generous soul if there ever was one and 

 his reputation in his profession was not excelled by any 

 practitioner in Canada. , 



