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ground rough and steep, and I could not tell where I 
was. I searched about for some landmark, but it was 
almost dark, and after trying in vain, and having a heavy- 
overcoat with me, but no matches, I was about to crawl 
under the roots of a dead tree and make the best of it, 
when I heard somebody shouting in the distance. 
" There is no mistake, but I was glad, and sung out 
back, and clambered over the trees and stones toward 
the voice ; but what was my surprise, on approaching, 
to see our own team, and one of the boys driving. They 
had no intention of hauling another log, and must have 
been foolish to think of it in that snow ; but, stranger 
than all, when I called, did not stop or take any notice. 
To tell the truth, I began to feel mighty queer, especially 
as the driver was shaj^ed uncommon like Sam, and I 
suddenly remembered that it was that night a month ago 
when he hauled his last stick of timber. I followed 
slowly along and never said a word ; the driver, whoever 
he was, was riding on the log, and now and then his 
voice shouted out what sounded in the storm mighty like 
a curse. Suddenly the drag struck a stumj), the horses 
made a spring, the log started, the driver tried to jump, 
but shpped, and the log fell on him with crushing force. 
There was an awful shriek in the next blast that drove a 
shower of snow in my eyes, and when I looked again, 
horses, log and man were gone. I knew well enough 
where I was then, and did not take long to reach the 
camp, when the boys hardly knew me, I was so white 
and dazed like." 
" Let us see," said Abraham, holding his chin in a 
thoughtful way ; " it was after that you swore off liquor?" 
