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somewhat a contrast to its common-place scientific name 
oiBrownea.* 
At last, about noon, all obstacles having been overcome, 
we reached the water-side of an Ackawoi Indian, an 
old acquaintance of mine, who always insists that his 
name is not Cameron, but Mr. Cameron. Beyond this 
point the canoe could not pass up the river ; so from 
there we were to walk. 
We determined to camp where we were for the night, 
under the trees, Mr. Cameron's house having lost 
all but about one eighth of its roof and being, more- 
over, decidedly dirty. But during the afternoon 
a very heavy thunder-storm swept over us and, lasting 
some time, flooded the whole country. Driven to seek 
shelter, but unwilling to accept Mr. CAMERON'S hos- 
pitality as either sufficient or comfortable, we pressed 
on for half an hour through the forest, along the 
path to Mount Russell, till we reached the settlement 
of one MARK, which afforded us shelter for the night. 
Uncomfortable as the storm was on the day of its 
occurrence, its effect on our comfort the next day 
was yet worse. For, soon after starting in the mor- 
ning, we came to a place where ordinarily is a swamp 
but from where on that day a sheet of turbid bush 
water, stretching from where we stood, disgusted, at 
its edge for an unknown distance away among the 
trees, covered our path. But there being no help for 
it, we plunged in and waded, more or less continously, 
for perhaps an hour, through water sometimes only 
up to our knees but often above our hips. The path 
* I have since found this plant in abundance on the Morooca. 
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