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We landed on the beach, put on our shoes and stockings, and walked towards the village of Cannondale. It was still early in the morning, -- as people who lie abed till breakfast measure time, -- and I was quite confident that I should find the boats, if not the deserters from our camp, at the town. The fact that none of the party were boatmen assured me they could not have gone on to Parkville. The wind must have brought them to Cannondale, and must have prevented them from leaving it.
We followed the beach from the point where we had landed until we came to the steamboat pier, which was the usual landing-place for all boats.