STILL RUNNING THE GAUNTLET ON THE RIVER. 493 
cut for sinking in the river to lay a roadway over the 
rocks, from the level of the great river down to the 
lower level of the creek, and by night the boat and 
canoes were in the water and out of danger. 
The next day, while descending this creek, we were 
attacked both from front and rear, and almost the whole 
of the afternoon we were occupied in defending a rude 
camp we had hastily thrown up, while our non-com- 
batants lay sheltered by a high bank and our canoes. 
Towards sunset the savages retired. 
On the morning of the 28th we resumed our labours 
PIKE, STANLEY FALLS. 
with greater energy, and by 10 a.m. we were clear of 
the last of the Stanley Falls, thus closing a series of 
desperate labours, which had occupied us from the 6th 
of January, a period of twenty-two days, during the 
nights and days of which we had been beset by the 
perverse cannibals and insensate savages who had made 
the islands amid the cataracts their fastnesses, and 
now — 
“ Our troubled thoughts to distant prospects leap. 
Desirous still what flies us to o’ertake ; 
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. 
But looking back we see the dreadful train 
Of woes anew, which, were we to sustain, 
We should refuse to tread the path again.” 
