All the inhabitants of the camp turned out to wish us farewell, and offered up prayers for our safety as we stepped into our canoes.  Kakaik and Reuben led the way in one canoe, and Mike and I followed in the other, flourishing our paddles over our heads as a farewell salute.  We plied them diligently, and, gliding rapidly down the stream, were soon lost to sight.  Having the current with us, we expected to reach home before nightfall, should no accident happen.