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who are profiting by the dearth of captains and the abun- 
dance of boats. The captains are well known and can 
easily be got by arrangement before hand. The captain 
engages his bowman, for as the former is responsible 
for the journey up, so is the latter for the way down. 
We engage the pullers. The captain is rather dubious 
about the safe conduft of the party. He is accustomed 
to a boat noc more than 31 feet long, here we give him a 
boat 36 feet long ; this extra 5 feet is a source of anxiety 
to him. Again, our boat has a sheer fore and aft ; he 
knows to his own cost that the sheer is too much ; but he 
promises to do his best. We load the boat, get in, and 
put away with anxious fears as to our journey. 
At Cartabo we make a halt, and those who have a taste 
for hog-plums can have their feed from the thousand 
and one scattered on the ground. Here is an old 
lady, a nurse of the THIERENS; she is glad to see us 
and treats us to a dance. She shows us a tankard 
from which governors, and other bye-gone heroes, 
have quaffed the river waters. At the foot of her 
staircase is a granite slab recording the death of one 
of her sons, who was for many years the captain on 
the river. We bid her adieu, and start for the journey 
in right earnest. 
The boviander pullers make the boat* spin, for 
the sooner they get up and down the more money 
they earn. Soon is heard the roar of the falls, and we near 
the seething water. The cry is passed from mouth to 
mouth "Oh! Marshal* boy, we is coming for you !" A 
halt is made, and one puller asks the other " Marshal 
* The name of the falls. 
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