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We were in a big wilderness. No roads or inhabitants west 

 of us for many miles, and this was the course I feared Frank 

 was most likely to take. 



I now began to think that I had a serious job on hands. I 

 kept up the search all day without getting the least trace of Frank 

 and returned to camp late that night. 



Starting early the next morning, and taking a good lunch with 

 me, I crossed the head of Winfall Run and over the divide onto 

 the waters of the Hamersley, continuing to shout and occasionally 

 firing my gun. I had worked down the run some six or eight 

 miles, when I heard some one hollow two or three times in quick 

 succession. I was quite positive it was Frank. It was miles from 

 any inhabitants in a dense wilderness, and hunters were not com- 

 mon on those parts in those days. I immediately answered the 

 call, and soon I could hear Frank coming down the hill at break- 

 neck speed, giving tongue at every jump. 



We at once started for camp, Frank eating the lunch I had 

 brought in my knapsack, and telling of his trials, as we made tracks 

 the best we were able to for camp. Frank, in telling his story, 

 would cry like a baby, and then laugh like a boy with a pair of 

 new boots. But he cut no more boy tricks. 



We finished the season's hunt, catching a goodly bunch of 

 fox, marten, mink and coon, as well as killing a good bunch of 

 deer. Had fur and venison brought as much in those days, as at 

 the present time, we would have bought an automobile, and put 

 an end to this hoofing it. 



