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had tent, blankets and everything wet again.
[image - black and white photo of man, facing away, standing up in a canoe. Canoe positioned in river with trees in background]
[caption] [[underline]]Carrying the Canoe over the Rapids [[/underline]]

 The first two or three rapids had not made any particular impression upon us, thinking that we had probably been able to shoot them unnoticed in coming downstream. But as they became more and more numerous, we began to wonder if we were not off our course. At length along the shore we saw a plant of the Veratrum viride. This convinced me that we were going to the east and getting back to the Marcy country where this plant abounds. On the other hand, finding this plant made us thank Providence for having steered our boat off this wasy.
 We now determined to find out just where we were before going any further and so landed, taking a narrow trail running through burnt-over country. We followed this along up the river, the country becoming more ana more wild and desolate. I think this was the wildest part we saw on our whole trip. At length we saw a small tent whose owner was fishing in a nearby brook. He told us that we were five mils up the Cold River, a branch of the Raquette. How we had gotten off our track, we could not guess. He gave us directions and retraced our steps, splashing with the canoe through rapids after rapids. Once the river branched into streams of equal size. We started to take one but found the water becoming so swift and hearing the roar of a falls ahead, we went back to the other branch. Another time we took a turn, only to