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should have stopped for the night no man said "Stop," 

 but harder we paddled. We could smell the steamer 

 smoke, we thought, and pictured her captain eagerly 



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scanning the offing for our flying canoe; it was most 

 inspiring and the Ann Seton jumped up to 6 miles an 

 hour for a time. So we went; the night came down, 

 but far away were the glittering lights of Fort Resolu- 

 tion, and the steamer that should end our toil. How 

 cheering. The skilly pilot and the lusty paddler 



