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Title: Athletics and manly sport
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: O'Reilly, John Boyle, 1844-1890
Subjects: Boxing Games Canoes and canoeing
Publisher: Boston, Pilot publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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to thee, TomMoore ! and then we broke camp. As our canoes shot out on the lake and welooked back on the camp, we knew that the daysand nights spent there could never be forgotten. We crossed the lake in the teeth of a stiff breezethat made the beautiful brown waves leap at us inplay, as if to stay our going. It was still earlymorning when we reached the mouth of the Feeder,and took our last look at the lake, in memoryof which Moseley carried the scene off in his camera. This last look at the lake, between the trees,showed us a tall cypress with immense roots stand-ing up in the deep water, like a suffering mytho-logical tree, condemned and metamorphosed foroffending the gods. Then we set ouriaces toward the outer world,or toward the bank, as our friends the swamp-ers would say, and a lovely passage we had, run-ning with the swift current through the shadowyFeeder. We stopped only twice on our way, onceto capture a terrapin that was sunning himself on CANOEING IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 447
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448 ETHICS OF BOXING AND MANLY SPORT. a log, and again to fire at a snake in the reeds, ashot which was admirably captured with an in-stantaneous photograph. Reaching the canal, we turned southward towardNorth Carolina, and at two oclock reached astation on the canal where there was a store keptby a little man who was as consequential and dis-obliging as it only lies in the power of a ruralmagnate to be. Though we had breakfasted earlyand not very well, we had to proceed hungry onour way. The locks we came to now lowered us step bystep, until at last, having passed South Mills, thelargest village on the canal, we were dropped intothe tide-water of the Pasquotank river. After a long and winding way between denselywooded banks, the lonely river gradually wideninginto a large sheet, we ran after nightfall under arailroad bridge, and saw the lights of a toAvn, or,rather, one solitary lantern set on a wharf, andknew we had reached Elizabeth City, N. C. We could only see that the main stree

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