Year: 1875

mountains of the moon. Yet we coulC
not give it up so, and tried to summon
up fresh courage as troubles appeared to
thicken around us. So we turned the
raft around, and poled in silence back
toward the place where we had entered
this last lake. We had gone about 9
mile when we heard the sound of gun,
quickly followed by second report.
No sound was ever so sweet to me as that.
We halloed as loud as we could a good
many times, but could get no response.
We kept our poles going quite lively,
and had gone about half mile when ]
called attention to what 1 thought was
smoke curling up among the trees by the
side of the hill. My own eyesight begun
to fail very much, and 1 felt afraid to
trust my dull senses in a matter so vitality
important. La Mountain scrutinized the
shore very closely, and said he thought
it was smoke, and that he believed there
was also birch canoe on the shore be-
low. In few moments the blue smoke
rolled Enthusiastically above the tree tops,
and we felt that We were saved


"With the ends of poles we padded
the raft across the arm of the lake, here,
perhaps, three-fourths of mile wide,
steering for the canoe. 1t proved to be
"a large one, evidently an Indians.
hallooed-a noise was heard inside-and
"A noble looking Indian came to the door.
1 eagerly asked him if he could speak
French, as l grasped his outstretched
hand. eyes," he replied, "and En-
glish, too !" He drew me into the cabin,
and there L saw the head of the party, a
noble-hearted Scotchman, named Angus
Cameron. 1 Immediately told my story
that we had come in there with balloon,
were lost, and had been over four days
without food - eagerly demanding to
know where we were. Imagine my sur
prise when he said we were $50 miles
due north of Ottawa, near 300 miles
from Watertown, to reach which would
require more than 400 miles of travel,
following the streams and roads. We
were in a wilderness as large as three
States like Pennsylvania, extending
from Lake Superior ON the west to the
st. Lawrence on the east, and from OF
tawa on the south to the Arctic Circle. "


Thus, after four days wandering in
the wilderness they were discovered.
When Haddock removed his boots,
nearly the whole outer skin peeled off
with the stockings. His feet had be-
come parboiled by the continued soak
ing of four days and nights, and were
not cured for three months. In due
time they reached home. Paddock had
been given up by all except his wife.
He felt cheap and foolish about the
whole thing, thinking he had been
foolish, but the people regarded him as
a hero. The account thus closes:


"When we first descended to near the
earth, and saw lights and heard the dogs
barking Up. g., we should have landed.
But we were unwilling to land at night
in deep, even though we knew that in
habitants were near by, and we thought
it best to pick out a better place. This
was our error; and it came near being a
fatal one to us-it was certainly so to
the balloon. In trying to find our 'bet-
ter place to land, we were up longer
than we supposed, and as we were travel
ing in current that bore us off to the
northward at the rate of 100 miles an
hour, we soon reached point beyond the
confines of civilization.