AN UNSEEN ENEMY. 
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SO he could hardly hold a paddle. One of our blankets 
. ,,, ,n had a hole burnt in it the next 
^1, '\ 
morning ; our best rifle missed 
fire when we had a fine buck 
caribou in easy range ; it rained 
hard and was broiling hot 
. ^ by turns : and at last John, 
i\i through clumsy paddling 
with his lame hand, 
run the canoe square 
on to a rock, near the 
outlet, and put a hole 
through the birch, 
.a.^-^^ "'It's no use,' 
we agreed, he and 
I, ' the trip's be- 
witched. What- 
ever it was that 
took that canoe has 
sent us bad luck.' 
" Then we re- 
membered an old 
story of how an in- 
nocent Indian girl 
was shot by trap- -""^ '■'^^ uphill wokk 
pers in that region years before ; shot because some skulk- 
