THE CANDIUP RIVER. 
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in torrents at intervals ; we got dreadfully drenched, 
and suffered greatly from cold and want of rest, 
being obliged to stand or walk before the fire, nearly 
the whole night. 
July 6. — The morning still very wet and mise- 
rably cold. With Wylie acting as guide, we reached 
in eight miles, the Candiup river, a large chain of 
ponds, connected by a running stream, and empty- 
ing into a wide and deep arm of the sea, with much 
rich and fertile land upon its banks. The whole 
district was heavily timbered, and had good grass 
growing amongst the trees. From the very heavy 
rains that had fallen, we had great trouble in cross- 
ing many of the streams, which were swollen by the 
floods into perfect torrents. In the Candiup river I 
had to wade, cold and chill as I was, seven times 
through, with the water breast high, and a current 
that I with difficulty could keep my feet against, in 
order to get the horses over in safety ; the only fordable 
place was at a narrow ledge of rocks, and with so 
strong a stream, and such deep water below the ledge, 
I dared not trust Wylie to lead any of them, but 
went back, and took each horse across myself. The 
day was bitterly cold and rainy, and I began to suffer 
severely from the incessant wettings I had been sub- 
ject to for many days past. 
Four miles beyond the Candiup river, we came 
to King’s river, a large salt arm of Oyster Harbour, 
here my friend Wylie, who insisted upon it that he 
knew the proper crossing place, took me into a large 
