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an open space, and with a pole twelve feet long killed 

 all of them. 



All next day was spent in a wearisome march over 

 fallen logs and through pole thickets, until the whole 

 party, horses and all, were almost worn out. All day 

 long the horses had been led through the wilderness, 

 jumping over logs and crawling through narrow 

 places until their legs were covered with scratches 

 and bruises. Old Charlie would try anything in the 

 shape of a log, and would jump any not higher than 

 his breast. Billie was of different mould, and would 

 stand and shake his head at every obstruction. If 

 he did not jump when the head-shaking was fin- 

 ished, that was the end of it, for no power on earth 

 could make him go over, and he had to be led around 

 or a path cut through for him. Camp was made in 

 the densest woods where a little water seeped through 

 the moss, and as a chickadee flew near and enlivened 

 the place with his chirp, the place was christened 

 Camp Chickadee. 



Next morning Dyche climbed to the top of the 

 tallest tree in the vicinity and endeavoured to make 

 out the way through the forest. To the north rose 

 the white-topped mountains, seemingly only about 

 ten miles away, and this sight so inspired him that 

 the party went forwards with better heart. For about 

 a mile the way led through comparatively open tim- 

 ber, and then an immense spruce forest was entered. 

 A fire had raged through this some time before and 

 left a mass of fallen logs that was almost impene- 

 trable. Huge logs lay in greatest confusion, com- 

 pelling the travellers to turn and twist in every con- 

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