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“for we’re the crack canoemen, the professor
and I!”

Then the paddles were waved in farewell,
to which those on shore replied with a parting
“So long!’”’, and the river carried them out of
sight and beyond recall in a few minutes.

Half an hour later Jacques got his raft
under way. They made the bend and reached
the crinkly water. Shallows where the river
foamed over submerged rocks alternated now
with currents that raced deep and strong.
They had seen the same before and knew that
the raft would carry them over and that. with
care a canoe could keep its course.

Then suddenly they perceived a dark ob-
ject jammed among stones. It was the dugout
that had gone ahead, smashed, and empty.

The tailor’s body was recovered, washed
ashore a little lower down. No trace of the
professor could be found, although the trav-
ellers spent the rest of the precious daylight
hours in looking for it.

It was a melancholy party that gathered
around the fire that night, and no one thought
of singing.

“The good, good man that he was,’ Mary

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