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chimneys of any of the fishermans houses on the mainland, we should all give signals of distress and shout for aid.  On reaching the summit of the promontory we saw that the families on the shore were already stirring and could even clearly discern the form of a woman choping drift-wood.

Arnheim put his hands to his mouth and shouted.  The woman did not appear to hear.  We then gave a yell that echoed across the water and evidently called her attention, but she was now carrying a basket of wood into the house and only paused a moment to look around.  We were not even [[strikethrough]] then [[/strikethrough]] sure that she saw us, and [[strikethrough]] in a [[/strikethrough]] before ^[[we could do more]] she had gone in.  With [[strikethrough]] large [[/strikethrough]] branches and cedar trees we ^[[now]] began to wave and signal franticaly, endeavoring to show by our motions that we were in earness but inly feeling ^[[that]] the effect on the other side must have been that of a wild war dance.  It was suddenly brought to an end by Burtons loosing his ballance and (tripping on his bough, before I could catch him) plunging foreward over the edge of the cliff.  

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