ned trimble would not hear the repeated thanks of our friends, but waved them an impressive and magnificent farewell as they took their departure. they were not yet beyond sight of each other when they heard him calling to them in excited tones, and the next moment he came running after them.

"i think you said you was going to undertake to foller the river down the valley, didn't you?"

they made answer that such was their intention, whereupon he hastened to add:

"about a mile down, under some bushes that stick out by a big rock, on the same side that you're traveling, is a little injin canoe that is just the thing you want. you're welcome to it."

"but how shall we thank you?"

"i don't know; again, my noble friends, i bid thee farewell, and if forever, still forever, fare thee well."

the eccentric miner lifted his hat, bowed very low, and sauntered back to his friends with the air of a monarch who had just indulged in some gracious act of condescension, while our friends, delighted beyond measure, hurried forward on their journey.

they were now amply provided—each having a gun and plenty of ammunition, and their faithful dog. they began to look upon themselves as on a holiday excursion. the only thing was, that there was rather too strong a tinge of danger about it. if they were but a hundred or two miles nearer home, and their parents had no anxiety regarding them, it would be more pleasant. but then, they could easily understand how much worse it easily could be, and they were heartfelt at the good fortune which had followed them thus far on their strange entry into california. the most that they could ask was that it might continue.

elwood and howard were anxious to test their marksmanship, but prudence forbade it, as the chances were that they would need all their ammunition, and the report of their guns might draw inconvenient attention to themselves.

they were walking cheerily along when a singular object caught their eyes. at first sight it resembled an indian hut; but it was much too small to be inhabited by a human being, and therefore must have been the handiwork of some animal.

"shall we batter it down?" asked elwood.

"no; we do not know what is in it, and there is no use of wantonly destroying the home of any dumb creature."

"it reminds me of me birthplace in ould ireland," said tim, with a sigh.

but terror was not so considerate as his masters; for bursting forward he placed his snout at the lower orifice, snuffed furiously, and then clawed so savagely that the greater part of the singular fabric came tumbling to the ground. it was made of brush and twigs, and like everything constructed by instinct, was put together with great skill. terror could not be restrained until he had inflicted great injury.

"look! what are they?" exclaimed howard in astonishment. "what strange-looking creatures!"

"snapping tortles!" replied tim, staring with an expression of the greatest astonishment at the objects.

three animals, about the size of a musk-rat, with webbed feet, and the color of mice, came scrambling forth and scampered away for the shelter of the rocks.

terror by this time had been brought under restraint, and was prevented from crushing them to death as they ran.

great speculation was caused by their appearance, as none of our friends had seen anything like them, nor had they ever heard or read of such. they were, in fact, a species of mountain rat living in the vicinity of mountains and constructing their singular-looking huts with remarkable skill, often building them to a height of six feet. their fur is very fine, and the hunters and trappers frequently take the animals for their coats, although their diminutive size, when compared with the beaver, otter, and other fur-bearing animals, prevents their being much in demand.

the hunters, as perhaps it is proper to term them, were too anxious to discover the canoe to pause long at any curiosity unless it was something extraordinary. they carefully noted the distance they journeyed, and when they judged they had gone about a mile, stepped into the edge of the river and looked about them. but they saw nothing answering to ned trimble's description of the hiding-place of the boat.

"perhaps he was jesting," remarked elwood.

"no; i think he is too kind-hearted for that. he may have been mistaken as to whether it is precisely a mile or not."

"whist! but it strikes me that the bushes are rather thick just ayonst you."

tim pointed to a spot a hundred rods away which had failed to arrest their attention. there was nothing unusual, except mayhap that the overhanging shrubbery was rather denser than usual; but it held out hope, and the party hurried pell-mell to the spot.

there, sure enough, they descried the rock, and lifting the bushes, caught sight of the small, delicate canoe concealed beneath. elwood was in the advance, and quickly pulled it forth with the wildest expressions of delight.

"isn't it splendid!" he fairly shouted. "and here is a long paddle. our work is now done."

"do yees jist stand up in the same," said tim, "and see what a beautiful rest it gives to the faat."

the impulsive boy caught up the paddle, and rose to his feet; but it was like unto him who first puts on skates. it flashed from beneath him, and he was precipitated headlong into the water. the others, as a matter of course, laughed.

"that was done on purpose," said elwood as he clambered to his feet again.

"i wished to give yees a little insthruction, and that was me first lesson."

"well, i learned considerable at any rate."

the canoe was caught, and the three carefully entered and seated themselves. it was made of bark, bound together with cord and gum, and would have held double their weight, being very light and buoyant.

a vast amount of sport was afforded the party in learning to navigate the frail vessel. tim had had some experience in the matter, and could propel it quite dexterously; but the boys were much at fault: they expended far more strength than there was any need for, and soon exhausted themselves so thoroughly that they were obliged to relinquish the sole management of the boat into the hands of tim o'rooney.

"there's a bootiful current here," said he, "and we can have the illegant pleasure of moving along without working ourselves, as me frind, michael mcgubbens, said when they carried him off to botany bay."

the irishman first dipped his paddle upon the one side and then upon the other, and imparted quite a velocity to the canoe. the boys were so pleased with the easy, gliding motion that they failed to notice the shores they were passing between. when finally tim lay down his paddle and rested they were charmed.

all were tired enough to make them enjoy this relaxation and the sensation of floating so idly forward. the sky was clear and almost free of clouds, the dry air was not uncomfortably warm, and an occasional breeze that came floating apparently from the snowy peaks of the coast range imparted delicious coolness. on the left stretched the high hills intervening between them and the pacific, and on the right rose the vast coast mountains, forming in its extensive line some of the finest scenery on the north american continent.

by-and-by, as they rounded a bend in the river, a small island appeared near the center of the channel.

"there we will rest," said howard.

a half-hour later the canoe lightly touched the shore, and springing out they pulled it up on the land after them. they had scarcely done so when a groan very near them startled them all.

"whisht!" whispered tim; "there's somebody else beside us on this island."