"That might make a good picture for us," suggested Blake to Joe, when they had called good-bye to the farmer who was looking for his "spotted cow critter."
"I believe it would," agreed Joe. "We'll have a try at it, anyhow."
"Kill two birds with one stone," said Mr. Ringold, "we'll get supplies, and pictures too."
They started down stream, proceeding with care, for there was an unusual quantity of debris in the river—logs, part of lumber rafts, dismantled houses, barns and sheds. But the Clytie was navigated safely through it all.
Our friends had gone about a mile, when, as they went around a wooded point of land, they saw a curious sight. It was a large steamer, stranded inland, about a quarter of a mile from the water. It was listed to one side, and about it were many men, engaged in digging a trench, or canal, so as to float the craft back into the stream.
"Well, what do you know about that?" cried Joe, in surprise.
"Got to film her, all right!" declared Blake.
"How could such a thing happen?" C. C Piper wanted to know.
"They probably went through a 'cut-off,'" explained Mr. Ringold, "and must have gone aground. Then, before they could float her, the
