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passing minute. How long was this sort of thing to 

 last ? I told one of the Indians to post himself on 

 some high point of land where he might watch for 

 the little steamer with its precious load of doctor 

 and signal to me when it hove in sight. At twelve 

 o'clock the signal came. 



Then followed an hour of anxious solicitude. 

 Though the weather was clear, the wind was very 

 high, and the little steamer could be seen tossing in 

 the waves like a cork. At times she would drop 

 out of sight, causing the watcher to think she had 

 gone to the bottom ; then she would bob up again 

 and struggle on her way against, what seemed to 

 be, resistless odds. However, at one o'clock she 

 reached her landing, and the eagerly-waited-for doc- 

 tor stepped ashore. He was a kindly and cheerful 

 French Canadian, and though his French was abun- 

 dant enough his stock of English was slim. He told 

 me that the little steamer had gone through a peril- 

 ous voyage, indeed. Two of her three propeller blades 

 had been broken off and she was forced to churn 

 her way across with the remaining one. He also told 

 me that the guides, whom I had sent for him, did 

 not reach Roberval till eight o'clock that morn- 

 ing. 



The doctor lost no time in getting to work on my 

 lumbago. He gave me a hypodermic injection of 

 morphine, following it up with another of the same 



