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from home, with a trackless jungle on either 

 bank, and without the means of conveyance 

 by water. They set out down,-stream in 

 search of the missing craft. Two or three 

 hundred yards below there was a shingly bar 

 running more than half-way across the river. 

 The swamped canoe had stranded upon this 

 and was soon righted and afloat again. One 

 of the paddles was still on board, the other 

 was found not far off. As the search pro- 

 ceeded, they came upon H. A.'s rod, which 

 had also grounded on the shingle. H. A. 

 proceeded to get in the line, and found to 

 his joy that the fish was still attached to it. 

 It was landed without difficulty, and the 

 party paddled down to camp drenched to the 

 skin, but triumphant. I must not omit the 

 sequel of this story. H. A. had a few days 

 before received a large and expensive con- 

 signment of salmon-flies from a well-known 

 tackle-shop in London. He had most un- 

 fortunately taken out with him a large 

 round tin box, the magazine in which the 

 whole of this valuable tackle was enshrined. 



