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Two miles from South Ingonish on the road 
to the north, one crosses a bridge, and just the 
other side of it an obscure track turns off to 
the left. It is stony and rough, and in one 
place rather alarmingly steep, but it passes 
along a valley, mountain-guarded and traversed 
by a brook. After following the track two or 
three miles, the brook is found quite close to it, 
and one comes almost under the great cliff of 
rock known as Franey's chimney. This ap- 
pears to have been split from the mountain 
wall behind it, and stands forth a massive, frown- 
ing form as though on guard over the wild 
glen and the rugged cliffs of the mountains 
about. 
It is a wild place down there under Franey's 
chimney, a lonely place where one would not 
be surprised to see antlers or the clumsy form 
of the bear that we knew frequented these 
mountains. 
Here we camped, — that is, we gave Dan a 
limited freedom, — unpacked the fishing-rod, 
which had suddenly become an object of vital 
interest in our eyes, and took our way across a 
stretch of meadow to the brook-side. We 
soon came upon a series of dark pools close to 
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