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but owing to the distance, we could not make him understand us.
He called out though "Wait a minute and I'll come over."
When he was quite close to us we again asked him, where is
R? "Wait till I come ashore then I can talk to you."  When he
came ashore he told us his name was Mr. Huber [Hoover] and that he was
on the sicklist.  From the strong smell of whiskey which now perfumed
the atmosphere, we knew at once what was the matter.
Mr. H. told us that R. had gone to market and would not return
till 5 or 5:30 o'clock and that he was watching the place
for him till his return.  He said he saw us when we came
and had been watching us all the time.  He could see all
we did, which we doubt very much. We learned that he
was 53 yrs. old, a carpenter by trade and that he leased the
4A. opposite.  He thought the view from his place even
better that [than] the one from where we were.  Later when we
crossed we found that it was not <s>though</s>, which we
thought, too, while he was <s>talking</s> telling us it.  Well we
finally had him to lend us a pair of oars.  We crossed the stream
with him, saw the stream from his hill, got the oars, recrossed,
took the bateau and went up the stream.  It was already
        