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before my dogs all came bolting after. I had purposed that dogs should not accompany me again on a mountain tramp, but here I was - & here were the dogs! what could I do? I could not drive them back! I was bound to go ^[[insertion]] on [[/insertion]] & so were they [[underlined]] if I did! [[/underlined]] I passed on the whole company then consisted of 8 - 7 dogs & myself Up! up! I went! flowers greeted me every step lifting their beautiful faces from behind the gray old rocks over which I was passing. At length I [[strikethrough]] hear [[/strikethrough]] reached a height where I could pass no further. Under the friendly roof of a projecting cliff, I set myself down mid the most luxurious bed of scurvy grass (sorrel) that I ever saw. I made a feast upon it. In ten minutes I could gather a bushel of it. I turned toward the Bay. What a magnificent picture was before me! The bold mountains across the Bay & mountains above these white with the snow of last night-
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the water fall 500 feet high the George Henry The Rescue & the Black Eagle lying at anchor beneath the shadow of those mountains the Esquimaux Village - the waves dashing in foam at foot of the mount on which I was. I thought what a subject before me for a sketch! [[strikethrough]] [[?]][[strikeout]] I seized my pencil - but paper I had none! Here was a dilemma! I had a new clap pipe in my mouth, (Bad burnings this smoking - both for the pocket & conscience) I took this pipe & inspected the bowl. A little fancy corrugated line run down its center opposite the stem. This ^[[insertion]] line [[/insertion]] would represent the [[strikethrough]] W [[/strikethrough]] dashing, foaming Waterfall before ^[[insertion]] me [[/insertion]] the plain surface on [[strikethrough]] eah [[/strikethrough]] each side would for the sketch of the scene I have described. I made the sketch & from it will ^[[insertion]] be [[/insertion]] published yet an engraving titled, perhaps, the 'Pipe-Sketch!' I gathered a large Boquet of flowers