had been felled as a bridge, and as the wreck drifted near it the mule made desperate efforts to swim toward the shore, but was drawn against the great log wh was nearly submerged, and was pressed under by the current. The pack stayed with him, however, though his head was under water beneath the log, and in a moment while being steadily sucked down deeper lake made out to seize his head and get it above water. Then with one more struggle for life, and with Lake’s assistance, he was dragged alongside the log until he reached bottom the pack removed and the frightened, trembling wretch once walked free in the woods. Then we built a fire wrung our blankets and spread them out to dry. But troubles come not singly. The sky was speedily overcast, storm clds spread their gray and black wings over the heights, and then came rain; so we were compelled to pack our wet traps and go on to the crossing of Roaring River, getting wet to the skin on the way. The clds came down, enveloping the grand brows and battlements of the val one by one, swathing them softly; a headland standing out here and there adding greatly to their impressiveness and apparent height. Then all settled into a gray mass of
Original journal dimensions: 9 x 15 cm.
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