340 THE Aroostook Woops. 

‘¢Luncheon! Lunch-e-on!” 
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Luncheon over, the orders are : — 
‘‘ All aboard for down river! And, Mr. Crew, it’s a nice 
way not to forget anything at this station, as we can’t stop the 
coach on this down-hill grade.” 
‘* Thanks, Commodore, but I couldn’t leave my brierwood 
behind, you know.” 
With our cargo well stowed, and raised a little from under- 
neath to guard against getting soaked from the water which 
we might take in on the run down, covered with the rubber, 
and the little lady in the nicest trim from the proper placing 
of her budgets (thanks to the new cook that can’t fry fish or 
venison,) away we go. Out in the swift current, then down, 
ever down, running more and more swiftly, as the pretty 
heavily burdened little lady catches well up to time with the 
current. Then to the right, as it presents the smoother 
chance for a piece ahead. The Commodore, by the slightest 
movements, guiding the lady between and by the rocks, and 
now she is going almost as she pleases for a long way, until 
it looks mixed and wild again just before us, when he stands 
up in the stern to look ahead, as he plies the paddle, and she 
is making quick darts from right to left as she goes wildly 
rushing down through many narrow chances, like an arrow 
shot from the bow. Soon again, quickly, to the left, ‘* hard 
over!” now out again to the centre of the stream, pointing 
straight for, and passing safe through an angry, boiling rapid, 
where the water is white about the rocks that are showing 
upon each side of us their dark, jagged faces, with sharp, 
hungry jaws that would tear the little lady wicked could they 
but reach out a few inches more to bite her as she bravely and 
