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hunting implements beside it. Hach boat was tilted 
against a tree, and faced the ocean, as if its occupants 
wished to have that grand old chorister chanting an ever- 
lasting requiem to their souls. 
The canoes had holes bored through them, to prevent 
sacrilegious hands from ever using them again, and even 
the household articles were rendered useless by the same 
means. We peered into several canoes in which the 
bones were loose, and found colored glass beads, anklets, 
bracelets, and ear-rings made of brass-or abelone shells, 
in some of them. My friend took a few of these as 
souvenirs, and I borrowed a fine bow and a quiver full 
of arrows, as I did not think they would be of any earthly 
use to the sleeping braves. After we had taken whatever 
pleased our fancy, we strolled about to see what the place 
looked like, and soon came to the conclusion that it had 
formerly been the site of an Indian village, as heaps of 
bones and clam-shells were strewn about, and the ashes 
of long-extinguished fires were visible in various direc- 
tions. 
This silent retreat had such a decayed and melancholy 
aspect that it recalled Kramsin’s description of a church- 
yard: 
“ How frightful the grave ! how deserted and drear! 
With the howls of the storm-wind—the creaks of the bier! 
Aud the white bones all clattering together.” 
When we had carefully inspected everything we crossed. 
the glade, entered the forest, and after beating about for 
half an hour perhaps, came across a small pack of grouse 
and bagged the greater number. From that time forth 
we had such good luck that I had twelve brace by five 
o’clock, and as these were as many as I cared to carry, I 
suggested to my companion that we should cease work 
for the day. The proposition being agreeable, we cached 
our trophies, went for the fawn, and by tying its hind 
legs together and placing a pole between them, we were 
