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what are probably called Whetstone Falls, about a dozen 
miles below Hunt’s. There were pretty fresh moose- 
tracks by the water-side. There were singular long 
ridges hereabouts, called a horsebacks,” covered with 
ferns. My companion having lost his pipe asked the 
Indian if he could not make him one. “ O yer,” said 
lie, and in a minute rolled up one of birch-bark, telling 
him to wet the bowl from time to time. Here also he 
left his gazette on a tree. 
We carried round the falls just below, on the west side. 
The rocks were on their edges, and very sharp. The 
distance was about three fourths of a mile. When we 
had carried over one load, the Indian returned by the 
shore, and I by the path; and though I made no particu¬ 
lar haste, I was nevertheless surprised to find him at the 
other end as soon as I. It was remarkable how easily 
he got along over the worst ground. He said to me, “ I 
take canoe and you take the rest, suppose you can keep 
along with me ? ” I thought that he meant, that while he 
ran down the rapids I should keep along the shore, and 
be ready to assist him from time to time, as I had done 
before; but as the walking would be very bad, I an¬ 
swered, 66 1 suppose you will go too fast for me, but I 
will try.” But I was to go by the path, he said. This 
I thought would not help the matter, I should have so far 
to go to get to the river-side when he wanted me. But 
neither was this what he meant. He was proposing a 
race over the carry, and asked me if I thought I could 
keep along with him by the same path, adding that I 
must be pretty smart to do it. As his load, the canoe, 
would be much the heaviest and bulkiest, though the 
simplest, I thought that I ought to be able to do it, and 
said that I would try. So I proceeded to gather up the 
