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print ; the ephemerce still followed us with flutteriag 

 wings, and whisks extended ; the death-like calmness 

 still rested on the unruffled water. At the point of 

 the island were four pretty little islets clastered to- 

 gether, lending additional beauty to the bay em- 

 bosomed in majestic hills. The way seemed length- 

 ened out amazingly, and our arms were weary, and 

 the night had closed in darkness ere we reached the 

 mouth of the Harmony River, the Auchipoiscebie 

 of the Indians. Here we found an old camping- 

 ground, almost a cleared field in size, and the rem- 

 nants of several wigwams. Collecting the poles of 

 the latter, we built a rousing fire that illuminated 

 the surrounding forest and cast a lurid glow upon 

 our active men. By its light we landed our stores, 

 pitched our tent, established our quarters, and re- 

 tired to rest. 



We had made a long thirty-five miles, against 

 unfavorable circumstances, felt exhausted but 

 thankful we had arrived at last, and taking a little 

 refreshment, drank good-luck to ourselves and the 

 Harmony. Just as I was about closing my eyes to 

 sublunary things, Don remarked : 



" There is a serious question I have to put to you. 

 To-day's journey has probably been exceptionally 

 slow and tedious, but how long, under ordinary cir- 

 cumstances, do you think it would require to come 

 from New York to the Harmony River?" 



Next morning early having broiled a Namcegooso 

 for breakfast and found it both well cooked and ex- 

 cellent, we ascended the level water that extends 



