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.