“He’s going to his death!” rapped Smith beside me;

river parallel with us. I felt very grateful to the old squaws for

the assistance they rendered. They worked well under compulsion, and

manifested no disposition to strike for higher wages. Indeed, I was

so much relieved when we had crossed over from the island and joined

the rest of the party, that I mentally thanked the squaws one and

all. I had much difficulty in keeping the men on the main shore from

cheering at our success, but hurriedly taking into the bateau all of

them it could carry, I sent the balance along the southern bank,