ays noticed a larger crowd at every point where he was likely to be
killed. He went over Turkey Falls, and for a few seconds was lost to
sight. The spectators waited in breathless silence to see his lifeless
form rise from the foam, but beheld only the flashing paddle moving
gaily along in smoother water, and so a hero was not lost at that
uneventful spot, and there would be no legend of the place to hand down
to posterity.

One mile from the falls, the Captain encountered the first dam, below
which there was a stretch of dead water for seven miles. It was there he
met the first steam craft--a small launch that had sailed up from
Suncook. It was a long, tiresome pull through the dead stretch, and
he arrived at Suncook at dark pretty well fagged out. Invitations to
remain were plentiful; but he continued two miles further to Hookset
where dry clothing awaited him. Next morning an early start was made and
he was able to have the Baby Mine with him for the rest of the journey.
The water from Hookset to Manchester is heavy; but by constant paddling
he reached the latter place at noon. There were more signs of life as
he progressed. Children ran along the banks calling to him, and one
little girl cried: "Paul, come in here I want see you," as though she
had known him for years. He passed two of the five falls that barred the
progress to Nashua, when darkness fell with such intensity that he
was compelled to depend on shore sounds to determine in which direction
he was going. At eight o'clock, seeing lights on shore, he summoned
some people with a blast on the bugle and inquired the distance to the
next falls. As was the case above, he had to listen to diverse and
widely different opinions, with the usual result, that he took his own
course, and succeeded in reaching Nashua in safety at ten o'clock. The
next day dawned dull and rainy and he had a tiresome pull on a sluggish
stream until he reached Tyngsborough. Nearing a crowded bridge at that
place, volleys of questions were fired at him. He was choking with
thirst and without looking up, asked: "Is there a hotel here?"

"Naw," shouted a gruff voice, "ner yeou kaint git naw liker hure nowhere
neether."

"I'll take an oath that you never colored that nose of yours with river
water," quickly replied Boyton.

The retort happily hit the mark, for the fellow was the possessor of a
richly tinted proboscis of carmine hue, that was somewhat of a landmark
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